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All the planets are aligning, the eclipse is near.  Sparks of phosphorescence fill the sea and reflect the stars when they peek though the humid haze of this late summer night on a sea of moulton glass.  I gently closed the hatch, my favorite tunes setting the mood. A single match dragged across my striker board flickers and glows dancing across Sookies rich wood interior setting the stage for wine and chololate with a puff of sulfer and a slow burning desire…

I roll a spliff, not bad for my first ever attempt. Smoke swirles to the warm breeze blessing Sookie and the night. I dig my short nails into the skin of a blood orange, nectar fills the air dripping down my fingers and into my naked lap. I bring the fruit close to my lips, I’m in sensory overload…

Followed by the deepest sleep I’ve ever known the sun brings a new day, clean and fresh and ready to try again.  Hot coffee, a ciggi in the cockpit and damnit another day of voluntary slavery.  I’ve always loved the quiet of early mornings aboard Sookie but today I have a special spring in my step.  Fresh eggs on a bed of steamed potatoes, one more cup of coffee and I slip off into the real world, the one with a very clear end date circled.

I find the words solo in the log of Sookie and then scratch them out and smile.  I think I’m gonna like this journey away from here, the place I call home.  The place where every journey ends and where each new one begins.  I’m not leaving, I’m just getting ready to come home…

“I’m not crazy, my reality is just different than yours”
― Lewis Carroll