like molten metal

We set sail at 10.30pm last night. After a couple of hours of shut-eye from one till half three I unfolded my limbs back up deck to the sight of this, halfanhourish before the first glimpse of the sun on the horizon and not a soul in sight. We were coasting on the breeze too so there wasn't a sound, just the sublime noise of wind in the sail and the gliding of water underneath as we coasted in a sea of candyfloss pinks and parma-violet blues.

It's a moment that will live with me forever.


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(thank you for all the well wishes over the weekend (and the blopblogmention too). 'twas very nice to come back to.)