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The morning light creeps across the deck Picking out the colours - Black becomes grey Becomes a brighter hue, sparkling crystals Reflections of salt flung spray Witnessing the start of a new day The beginning of a cycle of life - Of death, success and failure. Light pierces the eyes like a knife The horizon line shifts, Slitting sea from sky. The detail defining as the light strengthens Soon the trip below to be warm and dry. Morning energy fills the upcoming crew, Those who have served the night Slowly climb down the below Anxious not to leave the day's new light.
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Jul 20, 2017
Jul 20, 2017 at 3:39 AM UTC
The Dawn of a new day at sea
The morning light creeps across the deck Picking out the colours - Black becomes grey Becomes a brighter hue, sparkling crystals Reflections of salt flung spray Witnessing the start of a new day The beginning of a cycle of life - Of death, success and failure. Light pierces the eyes like a knife The horizon line shifts, Slitting sea from sky. The detail defining as the light strengthens Soon the trip below to be warm and dry. Morning energy fills the upcoming crew, Those who have served the night Slowly climb down the below Anxious not to leave the day's new light.
The watch between 3-7am when sailing is the hardest but the most beautiful too - you see the stars and the sun rise, colours materialize and the world come to life - the breaking of a new, unexplored and unknown day
#daybreak#sailing
adam-nunn
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adam-nunn
39/M/Kent
Jul 20, 2017
Jul 20, 2017 at 3:39 AM UTC
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