From the Atlantic

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I write this from somewhere in the middle of the Atlantic. It’s been four days since I stood clutching a salty railing shoulder to shoulder with 700 other anxious bodies, watching Nassau grow smaller and smaller as the sun began to drop behind a shrinking lighthouse on a jutting thrust of land, tossing purples and oranges across the sky to my irises. The last sliver of land sank into the horizon and I became suddenly aware of the utter vastness of the sea. We each realized on some level that the next time earth would support our soles, we will have put 3,700 nautical miles behind us and we will have reached the western shores of Spain.
I feel small.

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Comments

[Lauren]

Is every entry you write going to be this epic and philosophical and sound like it could be in a novel? Either way, I look forward to updates yet to come. :) Complete insanity, Dave Korn.

[equinox]

and so it begins... don't forget to document everything...

[Dad]

The sea IS vast . . . but YOU are NEVER small.