Ahh, the bitter sweet feelings of the approaching end. Long ago I used to go to sea regularly, and the last week of the trip the joy/sadness/agitation/eagerness were called "the channels", those of us who went often learned to chill and ride the waves. Savour every last minute.
Ahh, the bitter sweet feelings of the approaching end. Long ago I used to go to sea regularly, and the last week of the trip the joy/sadness/agitation/eagerness were called "the channels", those of us who went often learned to chill and ride the waves. Savour every last minute.
Thank you again. Always a bit of joy you bring to my day in my crowded city by another arm of the same ocean. A happy Easter!
Doing good. Doing well. Not too far to go. Savour every day. Every moment. Soak it all up! Beautiful no matter where you look. Lucky with the weather.