Waves beat a tempo on the hull. A steady rhythm that drives back self-doubt, strips away bit by bit at perceptions I once held about my life.
Oars lashed down, I lean back and switch off my headlamp. Calloused fingers fish the power bar out of a pocket and make quick work of the plastic wrapping. My body craves the calories.
Above me across the heavens, the Milky Way spreads its ancient cosmic glow. I am alone, adrift between distant shores, and suspended beyond time amid ocean and infinity. This moment is forever mine, and I am one with it.