It’s all a matter of perspective, isn’t it? If you’d asked me a week ago what I wanted most in the world, I’d have said something like a good scale cleanser, or maybe a tooth buffing. But after days lost at sea, looking for any trace of land on which to rest, these tiny spires from a long eroded island are like mighty castles in which I may recline and recoup.
I’m still not sure where I am, but with somewhere to sit and fish aplenty to eat, I have a little more time and a little less stress to figure things out. The stars will be out soon, leading me home.