Blue and white full sail running in free like a bird over sea.... migrating to new land with golden sand and orange trees- steady fresh breeze blowing as trade winds toing and froing.
A sailor calls the boat slows and closes in to shore. Birds spin like whirlwinds pending conflict resolution.... then stillness expands as vessel docks and people disembark.
Sails descend like curtains unveiled and ropes are tied secured and fast. The vessel rests likes birds in nests awaiting first light.
Wind stirs intermittently as evening rides on to half light and beyond to long coming night. A boat sleeps as sun retreats and turns its cycle round till dawn approaches.
Distant peaks emerge....clear as day. The hermit's lantern turns to guide the way. Hermit's Way - F. J. Rogers