Radio silence

The next few days are going to be a bit difficult.

Not only am I going to be several hundred miles away from the boat but I won’t be able to do much about my insatiable desire to communicate. I can partially ease this by taking the laptop with me and writing some fiction, but that’s not the same as being able to talk to you.

Yesterday was particularly bad; the loneliness was crushing and it led me down all sorts of pessimistic avenues of whys and ifs and wherefores. I fumbled in the tunnel and managed to turn the light at the end of it temporarily off.

It was hard to see beyond convention, beyond archetype, although those are usually the last things that I think about. Foolishly, I got caught up again in the linear time conundrum and could only see that I face a long wait for what I truly want. I found myself in a dark place and even working on the boat couldn’t ease it.

I feel better today, but in a day or two it will be back, that dreadful sense of separation; not just the distance, but more importantly, the limitations of communication. I will be thinking of you, every hour, every day, even if I can’t say that I am.

And through the glass window shines the sun….

The light is catching on the red and green, twined together. I won’t be able to see that for a few days either. But it’s in my mind; you’re in my mind.

Red and green; port and starboard. I must get some lights for the boat, as when I move her, some of her journey will take place at night. That should be interesting.

It’s time to go.

Blueangel signing off for now….