December 16, 2011-South of a Continent
The incessant howl of the wind gave way to a soft moan
The hobby horsing became a gentle sway
A soft, rhythmic, clatter is heard from the mast, internal halyards
Now sailing, close hauled,
rise and fall on a gentle ocean swell
sunshine, blue ocean, blue sky, cool southern breeze
south of a continent.
No land anywhere but north of us.
Fred & Judy, SV Wings, Cape Algulhas
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