Theres an old sailor's proverb the keeps ringing in my ears. "Red sky in morning, sailors give warning." It seems that every morning has been red skies. I came to the sea to seek forgiveness, to start a story of redemption. That hard work on this rusty tub would work away the rough edges of my past.
But every morning, when I look over the bow, I see it. A menacing red sun. Granted it's not the weather I fear. It's what the outside world is offering. For the life of a sailor means that the outside world goes on without you. Regardless the outside world still seeps in.
I often think about getting off the lakes. Actually sailing to see the world. But does the world really want to see me? Currently I've felt an old friend fading away. The worst part is that I can't do anything to stop it while I'm out here.
Yet, could I still stop it. There's a red sun in the morning sky. My shipmates are whistling. Am I already shipwrecked?
