July 10, 2013 by allsho
Boats are obviously made for water. River, lake or sea, that’s where they belong.
So of course when I see a boat stranded, simply because it’s being maintained, or protected from the elements, or maybe tossed out by the elements themselves, it’s a melancholic feeling I get.
I don’t know what seas the boat has seen, what has been her use, who used her, what adventures, creatures, she met, how long her life has been son far. I can only sit down next to her and look at the waves, while she remembers silently and I quietly pretend my fantasies are her memories.