The Land of Opening Up – Part Two

The rowers cower, glued to the side of the rowboat.  The possessed wind shrieks.  Rocks crash on to the sand showering the crew with grains and surf.  They are now shivering.  Our lad is hoping to survive. The crew gets close to each other for warmth.  They are frozen...

Welcome to the Land of Opening Up

He is a wisp of a boy turning into a man…. a reddish barely visible beard on his chin, hair unkempt, a torn gray shirt.  He is sun burned, gaunt. Climbing slowly up the rigging he arrives. On top of the crow’s nest he looks out. He sees nothing.  Been out at sea since...