lines of a sailboat

The fresh air on my face clears my thoughts. I am on the bow of a sailboat heading the open sea on a sunny day, staring at the horizon. Blue sky, blue water, and white seagulls wrap around me. The rumor of the sea, the birds’ calls, and the sails’ flaps are music for my ears. I’m in peace.

Where am I going? I don’t care as long as this beauty surrounds me, far away from the security of the port’s filthy waters full of oil, boats, and noise. I want to be sailing the clean, transparent ocean where the dolphins play and jump with joy.

Out here, I can dream big. I can feel that the world is much alive, and it has more good than bad people trying to make it a better place to live. We have the problem that the bad people make much more noise, and the harm they inflict is notorious. But we need to take some distance like I did with my imaginary sailboat and look with perspective.

I pick up my boat’s sail lines and stay still enjoying the peace at the open sea.

Suddenly a shrill noise coming from the street brings me back to reality from my reverie. They are drilling the pavement under my window to fix the street. I’m not at sea. There is no breeze. No liberty. I’m inland in my city, struggling with my everyday life, figuring out how I will pay the bills until the end of the month. Outside it is raining. Nevertheless, now that I’m fully awake, I still think that the world has much more good than bad people.

FOCW: Reverie

2 thoughts on “Sailing

  1. Librarylady says:

    What a lovely post – for a minute there you had me smelling the sea with the wind in my face. We all need a little escape like that once in awhile, even if it’s only in our minds. One of these days you’ll be back to sailing a real ship, blue skies, salty sea . . . I bet it won’t be long.

    1. Olga Brajnović says:

      I’m glad I conveyed those feelings to you with my writing. I Often escape with my mind to the sea. It heals me. I also hope. I’ll get back soon


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