Mar
21
1981
Moving forward
The storm is all around me, the white crest waves, the rain, the cold, the wind.
How I long for the warm days of spring when the wind is steady and warm. The seas smooth. Those days seem long and distant.
Too long I have been at sea. I want to go home, but I have lost the maps that lead me to the old familiar ports. I must keep sailing on to other places.
May be tomorrow, maybe next week or maybe a year I will find that port. Unless I keep moving forward I will never find it. Unless I keep trying, I will never know.
Nick Ugolini
