I daydream about waking up from a long, good night's sleep, in my sailboat's V-berth, cuddled up to my Honey. In my dream, the morning is just cool enough to make such cuddling very comfortable.
When I finally give in to the need to get out of bed, I make coffee and take a cup out to the cockpit, where I sit and watch the world come to life, usually in a wide salt-marsh, bordered by low-growing trees. The sun isn't yet over the horizon, but there's plenty of light, and a slight breeze offsets the humidity. There are a profusion of species of birds, and perhaps an otter or even a dolphin (of the mammalian persuasion), hunting for breakfast around the boat - the smaller fish like to hide in its shadow.
My Honey is sulky about waking up ;), but eventually she drags herself - along with her own cup of coffee - out, to join my in my morning devotions. As the sun breaks over the horizon, the miracle that is life on the water, in all its complexity and interdependence reveals itself.
I can't imagine feeling closer to God than that.
I dream of and long for moments like that, while I sit, 300-plus miles away from the ocean, watching my life slip away, waiting for others to finish what they need or want to do.
Mariner
