09 Jan Interlude of Disquiet I
The wind howls through the halyards and the shrouds of the moored yachts. A gentle ebb tide takes the starer’s reveries with it. Where could it lead? The halyards knock on the yachts’ masts and though the sound may be a motherly lullaby for the recently arrived sailors, it sounds an alarm within those on the dock, whose eyes are fixed on the offshore-bound tide.