Notactuallyme

Lying on deck basking in the tropical night breeze… millions of stars overhead… quiet lapping of the waves against the hull… gentle rhythmic thwap of the halyard against the mast… the distant glow on the horizon pinpointing the nearest island… echoes of laughter from the day of fun… murmurs and sighs as everyone settles in for the night…

In three weeks.

I. Can. Not. Wait.