The eight o'clock sailing over to the Mainland is near perfect. Mostly because of THE LIGHT. Early Evening Mid Summer Coming Off The Water LIGHT! It seems to not simply touch everything outside of the shadows, it's like it is water itself and we are all UNDER it. This light flows around us.

If I didn't know any better I would have sworn somebody had slipped me a hit of 'cid. I'm high, but without the nasty drug edge. It feels as if I spend the entire voyage exhaling. What's more there's a curious detatchment. I feel disembodied not only from myself but from humanity itself. Ghost like. But not in an unpleasant way. Kinda like, you know, those angels in WINGS OF DESIRE? The ones that watch invisible as humanity swirls around them. Then there's that acid like sense that you know... you know...can see all the pain, frustration & anxiety in all the faces and you want to just come up to complete strangers and say "It's OK".

I'm not sure what, besides the light, has brought this on. Is it the knowledge of my uncle's death...that all-so-obvious conclusion that we all know but never talk about...that we all die? Life is too short. And all those cliches? Whatever it is I spend most of voyage walking around through walls invisible and watching the faces. Then looking out to the water & sky where I swear I can see the curvature of the earth. The intensity would have been frightening if it hadn't been accompanied by such an overwhelming sense of calm.

It doesn't last long because I have to figure out where to stay once I get to Vancouver and end up calling my old girlfriend on those shitty boat radio phones. What a pain in the ass. She says she's going down to see the fireworks in English Bay and there will be a million people there...but maybe we can meet somewhere....yeah...right.

I go out to watch the sunset. Which happens just before we head into active pass. A little girl out on deck says to her father-

"Daddy, what's that orange stuff in the sky?"

I fuel up @ The buffet where I pig out on various MEAT Products. There's another little kid with her Dad out on deck just beyond the window. We start playing peek-a-boo and funny faces and before long she going haywire as only little kids can do...dancing & singing and making faces and her Dad has to tell her to stop. I feel semi-responsible.

There's a big moon out. And it's getting dark.

Time to get back on that bus.