It is expansive... alive, rhythmic and bold. It can be calm and reflective one moment, then shimmering and white, hurling and throwing itself into the atmosphere freely and passionately the next. Its depths, dark, mysterious and yet, the surface feels so transparent, pure and crystalline.
One of the sailors, a middle-age man was expressing his amazement at India, where he had just finished a leg of that race, and was ecstatic that he came in third. Wide-eyed, beaming and face blushing with a undeniable joy, he was just as a child. Nothing else mattered at that time.
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