It went. It returned. Without me, yet still with me. Steely seas indeed. And really only about 6:15 pm, although it appears darker, on the water, at least.
Yet there’s blue up there, and the sun glares as if to say, “I’m not done yet!” Well, neither am I. I keep thinking the blog is done and yet one more picture wants me, one more comment seeps out of some depths (or shallows?) that I’m not fully aware of: one more, one more. I guess I’m compelled. By the waves of…would that photo have looked the same 100 years ago, 1000, 10,000, would that the technology had been there to create it? What is time, what is timelessness?