I’d like to think it’s a simple product of wanting what I can’t have. Perhaps it’s a desire built from a summer of smoke and wildfire destruction. Or maybe it’s the way the cold high desert can make one feel out to sea; isolated from large populations and cut off from society.

I find myself dreaming of the ocean. In tune with the rock of swells, powered by the wind and fueled by the sun. Waiting for sunrises and letting go of sunsets. The rhythm of nature and the unique schedule of sailing. A new territory that is different every day. A tiny capsule with everything I need accessing much of the earth. This makes up the contents of my dreams these days.