There are days.
Certain ones.
Amongst many in number, but unlike any others.
Today.
When the wind blows, the rain falls and one is no longer where one is.
But elsewhere.
On a cliff top, alongside the sea.
Entranced by waves, wet from their spray.
Or else barefoot on the soft sand.
Looking out to sea, blue, shimmering, inviting.
What lies beyond?
How far?
What language do the people speak?
Greek, Roman?
On such a day, uncertain though it is, it is best to set sail.
In awaiting wonder.
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