The moon spun its phantom threads through the night clouds and settled its silver lace across the undulating tides of the great, dark ocean. A man stands at the prow of a ship, it's colossal mass heaving through the salt waters at a crawl. He thinks to himself that there could be anything larger than the depths below him. Out in the wider universe, the space between stars, there are bigger things, but here and now, to him, there is nothing larger. Or anything that can make him feel as small. He doesn’t mind the sensation of fear. It gives him some perspective on what everything is worth. Turns out a lot of those ambitions, justifying the work he does, are not as half as important to him as the people he is leaving behind. So he knows as soon as he arrives at where he is going, he will be finding the first ship to take him back.
Paddy Dobson
7th December 2020