being a kite, or a balloon…
sometimes I feel like a kite. or a balloon. when the wind starts howling, screaming, whistling, raging like a banshee, we sit on the boat and feel it vibrate. we’re tethered to the planet by a piece of steel and some chain (lots of chain). this is our anchor, it’s a calm day and the water is warm so after we’ve set the hook i dove on it to take a look. after all, this is what is stopping us from flying off into the atmosphere just like a balloon.