Day 147
I've been fixating on a photo of Damian for the last few days. The picture is not recent, but something about it keeps pulling at me.
When I daydream about Damian I see him like this – looking ahead, comfortable with his surroundings, the hint of a knowing smile evident on his pursed lips. He is in control with where he is going but only he can say where that is. I want to join him in this place, but know that I cannot. Instead, I settle for looking at this picture, my portal into this other world where Damian still sails the waters of his life.
I think what draws me in is Damian's serene intensity. He is focused but not tense; in control but unphased by the speed of the wind, which blows his hair back, or the heel of the boat. He is dressed for cooler weather but not cold.
When I daydream about Damian I see him like this – looking ahead, comfortable with his surroundings, the hint of a knowing smile evident on his pursed lips. He is in control with where he is going but only he can say where that is. I want to join him in this place, but know that I cannot. Instead, I settle for looking at this picture, my portal into this other world where Damian still sails the waters of his life.
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