The Wild Nights On the Ocean

Trans-ocean sailing stays with you

Photo by JOHN TOWNER on Unsplash

I woke up and was on my hands and knees in a split second. The sound of the rain hitting my bedroom window had sparked something. For the briefest of moments, I thought only of reefing the sails.

Except my flat doesn’t have sails. It’s not bobbing about in the middle of the Atlantic and this squall won’t threaten my life.