Anchored up, my world is 29 feet by 9.5. Everything else is ‘out there’.
The water passes by, sometimes clear or filled with debris.
Clouds, fog, or sun overhead.
I slow down and watch, and think, and let my mind settle.
Sometimes feet up, sun warming my legs and a drink at hand.
More often a blanket tight against the wind.
No where else have I been able to watch and think and wonder.
Not this clearly.
A school of tens of thousands of small fish swim under the boat, a living pattern of silver.
I breath softly as if they may hear me. A few stragglers and then they are gone.
I smile, now what was I thinking about?
I’ve driven by this spot a hundred times without giving it a second thought.
I’m glad I was given the opportunity to anchor there.
Watch the world.
Contemplate the universe.
It takes practice. Don’t give up.