At the end

It's night, and on the water the moon gives only an errie illumination to the stillness. The breeze is the only noise now, and my breath coming in long, even draws, somewhere off in the infinite I might make out the sound of a fog horn or imagine the splashing of seagulls hitting the water lazily, their wings pounding out a primal groove on the water's surface.

Behind me I can no longer see the shore, or the bright lights of the life I left behind. Out here, in the endless forever it almost seems as if it might have never happened, all a horrible nightmare, the characters and turning points of that dreamscape fading fast, as if over breakfast in bed on a Saturday morning. I close my eye's and rock with the calm motion of the uncontrollable all around me. I lie back and let blessed lonliness wash over me, Drifting alone in the dark, blindly sailing into nothingness with quiet resolve.

The smell of saltwater reminds me of childhood, collecting shells on the beach, and burying treasures in the sand. I am peaceful here, without cause to rage and growl at the trivial the world seems slower, and I soak it all up, every star in the sky, every detail of the ever-distant horizon, and for the first time in my life I see, and it all seems so very worth it, at long last.

A tear streaks my face as the first rays of dawn touch the ends of my world, lighting up a new shore just ahead, filled with the smiling faces of all the people who fill my heart. A truce between me and my maker, a cease fire that lends peace of mind, and an understanding that I could have never grasped had I not made the journey.