I think she dreams of beauty and singing rhythm

a picture of a bowsprit

“I lay on the bowsprit, with the water foaming into spume under me, the masts with every sail white in the moonlight towering above me. I became drunk with the beauty and singing rhythm of it, and for a moment lost myself – actually lost my life. I was set free… dissolved in the sea, became white sails and flying spray, became beauty and rhythm and the high dim-starred sky… I belonged within a unity and joy to life itself.”
Eugene O’Neill

There’s this three-master that has been moored in Flensburg for more than a year now and that serves as a café during the day and a bar at night – and while the location is nice, as you’re right on the water in the harbor, I think (blatantly and shamelessly anthropomorphisizing the ship) that she would really rather be out there, sailing the oceans, and not be anchored in one place forever (also, I really like the O’Neill quote).

a no parking sign at the harbor







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