Author: Feldin

I miss sailing. The wind, the storm, the crazy races. To hang out from the boat and try to keep it up. To fight with the wind and the lake. There is something really ancient truth and wisdom in it. To ride a horse could be something the same. To work together with something lot greater, stronger. To fight but not really against, rather with. Ride the waves.

I miss the wind and the water in my face.