I want to wake up in the morning and smell salty sea air. And i want to know i can smell it, not because i’m shacked up in a B&B by the sea, not because i’ve pitched a tent right by the breakers, but because im ON the sea. Actually floating atop the deep blue crush.
I’d get up before sunrise and up on deck i’d watch the sun creep over the horizon and feel it begin to warm me. I’d love what it all looked like. The vast sea unbroken by land and the pink-tinged sky. And then when the sun is high in the sky, a lovely fiery Mediterranean sun, I’d sit propped up on a cushion against the mast; reading a really good book and eating juicey pieces of melon out of a huge earthenware bowl, rocked gently by the waves. And when the sun dpped below the horizon and the stars came poking out I’d notice another yacht, not unlike my own huge private (very exclusive) boat sailing towards me and i’d see all my friends and all my family on board. And they’d pull up astern and we’d have a HUGE party. We’d had fairy lights in the rigging and a BBQ at the starn and we’d dance and laugh and eat until the sun begins to creep over the horizon again. Then we’d sail to a deserted beach and abandon ship and lay on the golden sand and sleep in the heat of the sun.