Sailing, july 2015
that blows from the green fields, and from the clouds,
And from the sky: it beats against my cheek,
And seems half-conscious of the joy it gives.
William Wordsworth, The Prelude. 1805
The weather has called me to the salty waters…
Feel the wind
that blows from the green fields, and from the clouds,
And from the sky: it beats against my cheek,
And seems half-conscious of the joy it gives.