Wednesday's Calm

I closed my eyes, listening to the crashing of the waves onto the boat and the sound of the motor as land became solely a speck in the distance. There was other people on the boat with me, but it was almost impossible to hear anything even if they did want to talk. It was only a Wednesday, but we were acting as if it was a Saturday, an unexpected vacation. In the distance, I saw a pair of dolphins emerging from the dark sea below them, gasping for air. The sky was blue and clear, but it was still early enough so that the sea ahead of us was calm, as if it hadn’t woken up yet. The waves began to crash in a certain rhythm, making it almost impossible not to enjoy as it created its own soundtrack. The boat made a sudden stop, and we all stood there surprised and waiting for an explanation from the man standing behind the wheel. We all turned to look back at the smoke that was creeping out from the sides of the motors, and we all resumed our positions and got comfortable as we stared out into the open waters around us that would temporarily be our home.

“There is no use being alive if one must work. The event from which each of us is entitled to expect the revelation of his own life’s meaning - that event which I may not yet have found, but on whose path I seek myself - is not earned by work.” ~Nadja, Breton