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