Sun,re-heating the accumulated harvests of summer juices, that the body will preserve and store in deep recesses, pantries, and holds of the extraordinary vessel of the human body, getting ready to sail the long journey on the dark, cold abysses of the vast winter ocean.
Breeze, messing up my hair, turning it into tortured sagebrush, strong, gnarled, but flexible bushes, that bend wherever the wind goes.
Salt,in the marine air,bringing over to your face, your nostrils,and then your brain,
all the tales of all the purposeful migrations of salmon,geese,swans,fishermen,
refugees,
all for one single purpose, survival.
Humans thought it fit to invent the concept of purposeless,leisure migration,"voyage".
If we combine both, we get the ideal chemical reaction:
A quest with a purpose, that we enjoy like a leisurely cruise.
One day at a time.