I think she dreams of beauty and singing rhythm
“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).
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