I rode on the ferry to Vancouver while
clouds hung low over the distancing land
still waiting for sun’s warmth
to lift them high into
sky currents carrying them
onto new skylines and adventures
with flocks of birds northbound
and singles of aircraft all directionbound
criss-crossing skies above our sight lines while cool moist air rouged my cheeks and tousled my hair.
“Being on a boat that’s moving through the water, it’s so clear.
Everything falls into place in terms of what’s important and what’s not.”
~ James Taylor
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