Travel by Sea.

To travel on the sea,
is to move in a place where time does not exist.
Only sunrises and sunsets to mark the passing of a day.
One sits,
with neither tasks nor duties,
contemplating the thin gray ribbon of horizon,
and the ever changing,
undulant,
landscape of the sea.
The scene in the boat's wake alters as swiftly as the view from the prow,
there is not way to recognize where one has been...
nor where one is going.
And after only a few moments,
the succession of ridges and peaks below you begins to repeat itself so monotonously,
that one begins to wonder if any progress has been made at all...