One of the nicest Christmases I ever had was watching the bioluminence in the wake of the slow ferry one night on the way back from your little island to Central.
Thankfully, I haven't spent Chritsmas with family or friends in the conditions related by Robert Earl Keene for a good long time. That said, his song raises a smile or two.
As does your comment. I don't get to take the ferry often these days, but reading what you wrote brought back memory of the rhythmic thrub of the ferry's diesel engines; the constant swish of the water against the ship's hull; at the stern, the sea surface raging and churning . . . while all about in the darkness, the mesmerizing green luminescence silently frothing in the boat's wake. Thank you. Beautiful, indeed.
Merry Christmas Mr. B.
ReplyDeleteOne of the nicest Christmases I ever had was watching the bioluminence in the wake of the slow ferry one night on the way back from your little island to Central.
Aloha nui loa.
I think I mean bioluminescence. Whatever. It was beautiful.
ReplyDeleteMerry Christmas, baroness r.
ReplyDeleteThankfully, I haven't spent Chritsmas with family or friends in the conditions related by Robert Earl Keene for a good long time. That said, his song raises a smile or two.
As does your comment. I don't get to take the ferry often these days, but reading what you wrote brought back memory of the rhythmic thrub of the ferry's diesel engines; the constant swish of the water against the ship's hull; at the stern, the sea surface raging and churning . . . while all about in the darkness, the mesmerizing green luminescence silently frothing in the boat's wake. Thank you. Beautiful, indeed.