I decided to take a walk instead of going back to the room. I've found myself up on Deck 9 (the Lido deck) at the bow end of the deck, looking out over the prow of the sip at the horizon. The moonlight has given the nighttime sky a greyblue tinge in comparison to the deep thoughtfull blue of the ocean. I've never seen water this dark or this blue before (even in the daylight).
The nearly full moon is almost directly over head. Mars is off to my right.
The breeze is gentle, surprising, since I'm at the front of the ship, and it's warm. Very warm. I can barely hear the sound of the waves, and when I lean forward so the light from the laptop doesn't bother my eyes, I can just see the surface of the ocean nundulating gently. No swells or chop. No whiteheads, just a pulsating movement. The ripples of life right there before me.
The strangest thing about being on a ship is the fact that sometimes the ground beneath your feet isn't exactly where it's supposed to be. Sometimes it's just a milimeter off, but your body instinctively knows, and when it doesn't find what it thinks it's supposed to find, it gets minorly disturbed. It's like being a little drunk, but without the "WOO HOO! I'M DRUNK!" part.
It frustrates me that the prow of the sip is reserved for the rich folks. I want to go down there so I can yell "I'm the king of the world!" Yes, yes, it's trite and overdone, but hey, it's the prow of a fucking ship! What else do you yell except "FIRE! PREPARE TO BOARD! TAKE NO PRISONERS!" That could freak some people out. Seriously.
I'm standing now, and the wind is a bit stronger, but still warm. It carries a tang of salt that stings my nose just a little bit.
There are little whisps of cloud catching the moonlight, and I can see the blinking lights of SOMETHING right on the horizon.
This is good.
Thank you ocean, for keeping me safe. Thank you sky, for keeping me warm. Thank you moon, for shining on my head. Thank you ship, for taking me towards adventure. Thank you friends, for being there even when I'm not home.
Over the sea... over the sea... everything's better, don't need a sweater over the sea...