There is no real subject to this post other than the great swell of time that is rolling across the ocean of my life. It is relentless. Things happen, people come, people leave, I do stuff.
Shoko left, which really is a pity. She is a truly good person in any way you want to define good. The great swell of her life is washing her towards Flagstaff, Arizona, which incidentally is on Route 66. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vifUaZQL8pc
We have a farewell party.
Two musicians come down on their own swell from Fukuoka. Kanako and Leo are their names. They play box and banjo. They are good. They used to live in Galway with an old Californian friend. Is n’t that strange as we play in a sweltering bar in Okinawa?
Tonight, I go for an evening sail. No big swell washing me towards the future. Just a gentle breeze wafting me around in the present.
It is fairly dark when I get back to the mooring. I secure the rudder, fasten the halyards to the mast, put the camera in the excellent waterproof bag that Ian gave me and flop over the side. The sea is warm, warm. I swim gently back to the house.