Sailing in Santa Cruz Lesson #1

Sailing could become my new source of debt, but finally, a legitimate reason for the San Franciscan wind.

Watching the wind, sea lions, and dolphins fills you with the selfish quietness you find when you walk through a city still in slumber on an early Sunday morning.

As though you've cheated, as though you've had the good luck to walk through a painting, all the while time stood still.

To find yourself floating by trying to manipulate something with so much potential power, the wind above, the ocean below, a siren's motherly voice making you believe you're back in the womb, is all very seductive.

It could have been the dramamine, but I prefer to be mesmerized by the former.

more sailing to come hopefully...