I put the glass down and got from the seat and faced the sun. I hold the railings and the yacht start moving. I have been feeling very clearheaded lately and what I see about the sea. It contains so many colors. Silver at dawn, green at noon, dark blue in the evening. Sometimes it looks almost red. Or it will turn the color of old coins. Right now the shadows of clouds are dragging across it, and patches of sunlight are touching down everywhere. White strings of gulls drag over it like beads.
It is my favorite thing, I think, that I have ever seen. Sometimes I catch myself staring at it and forget my duties. It seems big enough to contain everything anyone could ever feel.
There's nothing wrong with enjoying looking at the surface of the ocean itself, except that when you finally see wha
