When He Sat Alone In The Darkness

I've Been Reading And Researching Various Aspects Of History - Dickens' London, Nelson's Sea Battles, Magellan's Nautical Explorations, The Weapons And Battles And Key Figures Of The American Civil War - For Most Of My Life. I Pick Up A Book Here Or There Or See A Documentary Or Talk With An Expert In The Subject, And My Curiosity About The One Area Of Study And Discovery Always Leads To Another.

When He Sat Alone In The Darkness And Cried And Was Done, All Done With It, Nothing Had Changed. His Leg Still Hurt, It Was Still Dark, He Was Still Alone And The Self-pity Had Accomplished Nothing.

Initially, He Worried That He Might Be Going Crazy. But Then He Decided If You Felt You Were Crazy You Weren't Really Crazy Because He Had Heard Somewhere That Crazy People Didn't Know They Were Insane.

Read Like A Wolf Eats And Write Every Day. Every. Single. Day.

I Spent Uncounted Hours Sitting At The Bow Looking At The Water And The Sky, Studying Each Wave, Different From The Last, Seeing How It Caught The Light, The Air, The Wind; Watching Patterns, The Sweep Of It All, And Letting It Take Me. The Sea.