Constant forward motion requires a lot of fuel. I’m lowering my anchor for a day or two. I need to just float and absorb the stillness. Then, I’ll pull it up again and hold my chest and chin to the wind with a verve only balance can inspire.
*… a small gift for a friend that invited me to ‘drop anchor’ and paint for a few weeks in one of the prettiest places on earth, The Bitter End Yacht Club in Virgin Gorda.