Stars

Morning comes. I slept above the galley house last night and watched the sunlight bring day to our island of bones. Already the sun is too strong for my eyes. My red sunglasses have been pretty crucial to my functioning down here. Considering that I've not worn sunglasses for years, it's funny to be rather desperately dependant on them.
The sky is my constant companion. Sun and clouds by day and stars and moon by night. All praises for another day, our gift of another moment to embelish. Weary workers stretch and groan at the start of another day. Old people think of dying and their lukewarm coffee at the nursing home. Young people think of the small orb of themselves. Live unto the Lord. Praises for aching muscles, cool weather, each life giving breath of fresh air. Get me out on the water and let me sail. Huzzah for living.