I don’t need to take a step to be outside. Only lean forward, grab the companionway hatch opening and pull myself up.
I do.
An hour ago I was standing there, sipping gin and listening to flamenco music, but I’ve been below to heat and eat freeze dry beef stroganoff.
I stand now, the upper half of my body outside.
I love the immediacy of experience on GANNET.
The sun has already set behind the Opua hill.
A light, cool breeze touches my face.
Ripples lap against the dinghy.
Silver reflections on the water.
A tern screeches like a rusty gate.
I have only a few more days here.
