Mosh Lowley wrote:
letzt nacht...

We're leaving the mainland, and the big "Spirit" class ferry does
it's pirouette to point west, thrusters churning the sea...

I like looking at the foam. Idiot who threatened me is at the
trucker's table, along with many other regulars...

The big chick and the tattooed guy are hogging the only cribbage
board, because they have a thing going on with the game...

Traffic was heavy, Peterbilt dude had caught the 4:PM 'over' and was
back in time for the eight, but it was full (We had waved earlier on
the rickety old steel girder Patullo bridge, that rises up into the
sky and makes the tugboats in the Fraser look like toys far below)
and I saw him at the Chinese food booth while awaiting the nine
(last ferry, /I/ have a reservation).

Now the big boat is finished it's turn and is pointed west. The
great diesels down below rev up and rumble throughout the entire
craft, rattling a few dishes for a moment as we all sit in the
cafeteria. Tourists are everywhere, like dazed monkeys milling about
with saucers for eyes...

Suddenly, from across starboard; the whole ship is painted a deep
red from a great wave of perfect sunlight reflecting off the sea.

Old Sol is coming down to his rest for the night. The great father
touches the calm sea of mother Gaia and the whole world turns red.
His great cherub face glows so softly you can look at it without
pain or danger, as the beams of light are filtered through the
longest traverse of atmosphere possible, the sunset angle falling
backwards into twilight..

The tourists are drawn to the starboard railings...
Couples are romancing, even the older ones are folding hands together.

Great Father finds his way down into the bosom of our mother, the
last crisp sparkle of the raging fires winking out as the huge red
dome sinks into nothingness...

The sky tenaciously holds on to the light. The filtered red,
atmospheric layered horizon glows with that majikal light only full
spectrum solar coherency can impart.

I go upstairs to the upper deck to see this without having to look
through the gigantic quartz slab windows, and the railing is still
crowded even though the wind is cool...

Pulling my baseball cap down tight, I depend on my long thick braid
passing through the adjustment loop to prevent it from flying off
into the ocean. I look at the ripples marring the otherwise
perfectly calm sea, and let my gaze rise up the the burning edge of
the sky.

The power of love between two Gods suddenly reminds me of the
miracle we call life, and I blurt out loud to no one in particular,

"Now I remember why I came to this planet!"

There must've been twenty total strangers rising as of one voice to
answer my words with a wonderful variety of agreements.

Something fluffed up with the email but is was very good and I could just
imagine it, Did ya catch and fish?

--
~shady angel~

~shady angel~ wrote:
Mosh Lowley wrote:
letzt nacht...

We're leaving the mainland, and the big "Spirit" class ferry does
it's pirouette to point west, thrusters churning the sea...

I like looking at the foam. Idiot who threatened me is at the
trucker's table, along with many other regulars...

The big chick and the tattooed guy are hogging the only cribbage
board, because they have a thing going on with the game...

Traffic was heavy, Peterbilt dude had caught the 4:PM 'over' and was
back in time for the eight, but it was full (We had waved earlier on
the rickety old steel girder Patullo bridge, that rises up into the
sky and makes the tugboats in the Fraser look like toys far below)
and I saw him at the Chinese food booth while awaiting the nine
(last ferry, /I/ have a reservation).

Now the big boat is finished it's turn and is pointed west. The
great diesels down below rev up and rumble throughout the entire
craft, rattling a few dishes for a moment as we all sit in the
cafeteria. Tourists are everywhere, like dazed monkeys milling about
with saucers for eyes...

Suddenly, from across starboard; the whole ship is painted a deep
red from a great wave of perfect sunlight reflecting off the sea.

Old Sol is coming down to his rest for the night. The great father
touches the calm sea of mother Gaia and the whole world turns red.
His great cherub face glows so softly you can look at it without
pain or danger, as the beams of light are filtered through the
longest traverse of atmosphere possible, the sunset angle falling
backwards into twilight..

The tourists are drawn to the starboard railings...
Couples are romancing, even the older ones are folding hands together.

Great Father finds his way down into the bosom of our mother, the
last crisp sparkle of the raging fires winking out as the huge red
dome sinks into nothingness...

The sky tenaciously holds on to the light. The filtered red,
atmospheric layered horizon glows with that majikal light only full
spectrum solar coherency can impart.

I go upstairs to the upper deck to see this without having to look
through the gigantic quartz slab windows, and the railing is still
crowded even though the wind is cool...

Pulling my baseball cap down tight, I depend on my long thick braid
passing through the adjustment loop to prevent it from flying off
into the ocean. I look at the ripples marring the otherwise
perfectly calm sea, and let my gaze rise up the the burning edge of
the sky.

The power of love between two Gods suddenly reminds me of the
miracle we call life, and I blurt out loud to no one in particular,

"Now I remember why I came to this planet!"

There must've been twenty total strangers rising as of one voice to
answer my words with a wonderful variety of agreements.

Something fluffed up with the email but is was very good and I could just
imagine it, Did ya catch and fish?


When I stand on the open deck of this ferry I am about 35 meters
above the water. The ship travels at about 35 knots.

We do see Orca pretty regularly. They catch a lot of fish. Last week
we saw a pod teaching the youngin's how to make use of a bubble
curtain to herd herring..


--
thyself enfolden