Sometimes it’s all too much.
Sometimes you just need to take a deep breath and let the busy, busy, busyness of the world fall away.
Joni wanted to skate away on a frozen river.
Huck Finn wanted to light out for the Territory.
George Mallory climbed up and up until he vanished.
Captain Scott entered and never left the great white wastes.
T E Lawrence and Charles de Foucault sought out the Desert.
Emilia Earhart flew away into the deep blue beyond.
Well, I would seek out the heart of the deepest ocean.
So far from land that land could not be remembered anymore and scarcely even imagined.
Darkness on the face of the deep.
Adrift with Whale song and moonlight.
Above in the silence the Albatross.
What music could sound such depths?
Stratospheric circumpolar soaring.
Balm for the weary labourer.
Listen on a loop for an hour and it won’t be too long.