Silence

When I write metaphors, I feel certain emotions with particular intensity. In them, I find a connection to reality at a level that allows deeper understanding to be drawn from things and situations that are often plain, ordinary.

Today, though, I barely feel that connection at all. A rare stillness within – the result of continuous work, honesty with myself, and extraordinary luck.

March passed more quickly than the months before it. My ship is holding its course, moving with ever greater speed. More knowledge, more emotion, more action. Unique moments.

But the ship cannot be heard. It moves across the waves, almost invisible, without raising spray or drawing attention to itself. It sails in silence.