kaila vishrut

What's awe-inspiring? The moment when you are leaning against bulwark on forecastle, end of unmooring stations, sailing out of a port, ten past midnight with darkness of the open seas ahead, night sky still aglow with shore light astern, gibbous moon still young in altitute shining white n dim in the sky on your left, and you smell a breeze of fresh air blowing in from extensive seas. That very moment you will forget how exhausted you are, you just want to freeze there living it.

— kaila vishrut