The Maiden Voyage

eamonpatrick

Fate sealed, for that ship sailed long ago.

The details will play themselves out in due time . . . when called upon and in whatever form they present themselves.

I have faith that I am good. I know that which is right, and I try to adhere to the basic principles that exist within the vast expansiveness of virtue.

I remember Somers Point so vividly and fondly.

Two weeks, every summer, always at the end of August.

Stayed at Jim Mac's - - the epitome of coolness. Reminiscent of Steve McQueen, but with a more intimidating presence.

Two tats, both forearms, each the size of my head.

I recall sneaking out after dinner when the sun had already set.

His garage door was so perfectly quiet that it made the escape (via bike) so effortless.

I would ride about a mile down the road - - Bay Ave.

I would have my fishing rod and tackle box with me.

I remember arriving at the spot where I felt such an invigorating sense of freedom from restrictions - - at the end of a tiny, almost misplaced pier.

I never caught a fish . . . not even a bite or a nibble; but, it didn't matter.

Just to smell the bay breeze would give me goosebumps; because, eventhough I was no more than a stone's throw from home, I felt as if I were off in some foreign land . . . experiencing independence for the first time . . . every time.

Bu2

You brought back the whole reminescing trip....the summer that was.

Well done.

eamonpatrick

I akways appreciate your feedback! I actually lost it when I wrote it, because I haven't been back there in a long time (20 years) . . . eventhough it's only an hour's trip away.

EastofEden

eamonpatrick wrote:

Fate sealed, for that ship sailed long ago.

The details will play themselves out in due time . . . when called upon and in whatever form they present themselves.

I have faith that I am good. I know that which is right, and I try to adhere to the basic principles that exist within the vast expansiveness of virtue.

I remember Somers Point so vividly and fondly.

Two weeks, every summer, always at the end of August.

Stayed at Jim Mac's - - the epitome of coolness. Reminiscent of Steve McQueen, but with a more intimidating presence.

Two tats, both forearms, each the size of my head.

I recall sneaking out after dinner when the sun had already set.

His garage door was so perfectly quiet that it made the escape (via bike) so effortless.

I would ride about a mile down the road - - Bay Ave.

I would have my fishing rod and tackle box with me.

I remember arriving at the spot where I felt such an invigorating sense of freedom from restrictions - - at the end of a tiny, almost misplaced pier.

I never caught a fish . . . not even a bite or a nibble; but, it didn't matter.

Just to smell the bay breeze would give me goosebumps; because, eventhough I was no more than a stone's throw from home, I felt as if I were off in some foreign land . . . experiencing independence for the first time . . . every time.

Evocative.

The use of elipsis (.....) kinda distracts though.

eamonpatrick

I was just copying straight from my journal, so I guess I was being a bit lazy. I would take them out here, but you know the drill . . .