“The gun made a ripping sound like the opening of the zipper on the fly of God Almighty.”
Desperate Lark
My name is Davys. There is an old racing sailboat in Maine, near where I sail, and I love to see it on the starting line with me, for it is perhaps the most beautiful sailtboat I have ever seen; its name is "desperate lark", which I also think is beautiful. You are now embarked on a desperate lark, which is just what you should be doing right now. And your reflections are the reflections of a person who has encountered, and taken measure of, the power of life on our sweet Earth. You'll return restored to balance, refreshed but it takes time to heal. We'll all be here on the shore when you come back, waiting for you.
