It spooked me.
Not a burn, not a slash. No terrace, no shore…just mountain to one thousand feet below the water surface.
In the prow of the boat, during the long twilight, I watched as we slid over the glassy water. Gliding, silent, no watery or boat sounds. Dark islands, mountains slipped by, everything a shade of silver or navy blue. Icy air ruffling my windbreaker. No ocean, fish or land odors.
Water stretched across the near horizon like the edge of a falls.
I felt ill waiting to see if we would sail off…
No animals, no birds, no fish. No man.
The feeling that I did not belong.