The Old Men and the Sea…
The calm skies that drifted above us lulled us into thinking this traversée would be smooth, but after several hours, the unsteady sea had taken its toll on me and after a light lunch and a brief swim in the open sea failed to do so, I attempted to remedy my mal de mer with rest. When I awoke, the sun had already set and the cool air and soft light of twilight helped recalibrate my disoriented thoughts. Although my seasickness had subsided, I lay starboard side facing the heavens – that were now a deep shade of purple – so as to not provoke another episode. We set to anchoring behind several large volcanic pillars just a stone’s-throw away from where the Tyrrhenian Sea kissed the east of the island. A handful of wishes scattered the skies as we approached the shores of Aci Trezza. As these stars traced their dying song across the void above, part of me felt ashamed for even entertaining the notion of wishing upon a star, but that voice was speedily silenced by words He had once shared with me in Scotland: “There is always some truth to fiction.” ― RJ Arkhipov
Are We Having Fun Yet?
A few of us managed a smile after getting seasick. Back on land that sub tasted good, and washed it down with a few beers.
Be true to your work, your word, and your friend.
-John Boyle O’Reilly
That’s what the holidays are for – for one person to tell the stories and another to dispute them.
Isn’t that the Irish way? -Lara Flynn Boyle