The Quiet Thread

Sailboats can be quiet.

I haven't sailed an overnight race in years, but I remember one year, on the Mac.

It was probably 2am. I was on helm, the boat was moving along well on a beat in low seas. Making that "shhhhhhh" noise that sailboats make. We weren't talking.

Being on helm, you can "feel" the boat. It's alive. It moves with the sea, with the wind. In a situation like that, with little visual to go on, you can actually get the point where it's purely by feel. Where you can feel the subtle changes as the wind shifts slightly and you adjust. It's like a dance with a partner who leads, but you're still in control. It's silent. It's quiet. It is profound.
 
Sailboats can be quiet.

I haven't sailed an overnight race in years, but I remember one year, on the Mac.

It was probably 2am. I was on helm, the boat was moving along well on a beat in low seas. Making that "shhhhhhh" noise that sailboats make. We weren't talking.

Being on helm, you can "feel" the boat. It's alive. It moves with the sea, with the wind. In a situation like, with little visual to go on, you can actually get the point where it's purely by feel. Where you can feel the subtle changes as the wind shifts slightly and you adjust. It's like a dance with a partner who leads, but you're still in control. It's silent. It's quiet. It is profound.

This is beautiful. :heart: Thank you.
 
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And holding hands

Laying my head on his chest

Sighs can be quiet
 
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My daughter was not quiet. Still isn't. (Apple - tree there).
I remember one night in the fall. She was maybe a month old.
She was, as usually, crying and fussing.
I was taking a turn.
There was a beautiful harvest moon out the window in the living room.
I took her so she could see it and just started whispering to her, "you are more beautiful than the moon."
She quieted down very quickly. Staring, wide eyed, at the moon.
After a few moments, I slowly turned away, and watched as her eyes slowly closed and fell asleep.
I stood there, with her in my arms, the soft light of the moon flooding the room, for quite a while.
It was quiet.
 
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