Re: Rediscovering one's "Self"
I see a deep, tortured, poet in the making. Think Goethe on an aging Coronado 43 center cockpit.
You can only rediscover yourself in the middle of the ocean, with the turquoise blue seas cresting over your cockpit coaming, the wind tousling your sun-bleached hair, the faint aroma of the toilet deodorant wafting through the cabin, and bacon frying the pan over your alcohol stove.
Go forth young man! Rediscover your tortured soul! The ocean awaits! Don't forget the EPIRB and some Scotch.
Last edited by jameswilson29; 05-31-2014 at 09:28 AM.