At three a.m. I went above to stand on the deck, swaying beneath my feet, and beneath a new moon.
I had an instinctive sense of the vastness I was standing in- under me as well as over me and all around me. Oblivion for farther than I could contemplate.
Wind rushes through these limitless expanses; I know because I feel it dash past my cheeks, chilling the salt tears. I use my tongue to warm and taste.
But as if in spite of my humble efforts, the wind in my ears brings with it more salt dampness to make me shudder.
It is eerie to me to have a small part of the limitless waters touch my face.
My emotions are usually as deep as the ocean, but tonight they are just as void.