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It''''s like a motorcycle...
except slower, and without the engine, and it doesnt go on the freeway, and you can ride inside it if you want, and and it can go across oceans, but still, the important parts are very similar.
It''s just you. Weather you''re inside your helmet at 100+ knees agianst the pavment in a turn, or inside a set of foulies, in a 30 knot blow off a lea shore.
Sometimes I''ll go out to go fast, and to push the edge, other times I''ll go out just to wander around and look at this wonderfull world God created.
I am now in a position of stagnation. Land holds nothing for me but confusion, and more of the same game. The sea is solitude, not for a tankfull, but for an ocean. Perhaps there are a few people with me. Perhaps I will meet a few people in port, but we are as ships passing in the night. Soon forgotten, or at least, put aside. Time exists to ponder, to reflect, and to try to put my head back in order.
I must go down to the sea agian.
So, is this running away? Or is it just a wise chance to walk away from things I dont need, if only for a bit?
Why do you go to the sea?