Friday 6 P.M.

I’m sitting alone on the observation deck, above the bridge on a ship as it sails north along the Brazilian coast, making for Rio de Janeiro.  The sun is beginning to dance near the horizon.  The sea is calm.  The air temperature is perfect.  The sky is blue; the water is bluer. The ship, cutting through that water makes a sound very much like surf breaking on the shore.  One of life’s sweet moments.