It's difficult to explain how each ocean mile seemed to empower me. I was finally in tune with Mother Nature (or, more properly, Mother Ocean). My home, my art, my profession, my transportation, my hobby, and my sport had all melded into one 38-foot watery sphere. My diet of fish, rice, and beans agreed not only with me but also with my cardiologist.
The sky seemed so big, the ocean so blue, and Carolyn more beautiful than ever. I saw God on the face of every ocean wave. My rig hummed a celestial tune; its tattered halyards tattooed ancient, wind-borne rhythms. I surged with raw passion and gladly kissed each new day full on the lips.