By the time we left on the ferry boat to reach Orcas Island we had already said goodnight to the sun. As we were rocking back and forth across the windy Salish Sea I felt sick to my stomach so I stood outside for a minute hailing the glowing moon and stars above me. The sea is very hypnotic and as I'm watching the waves crash against each other through this black void that we are sailing through i remember living on this sea during the summer as a child in my mother and father's little sailboat. The same nauseating feeling of being thrown around in big waves while sailing around these islands, and the same night the sky that was always so bright and cosmic. Part of me wishes I could jump off the ferry boat and sink into the black sea that I remember used to glow blue against our little sail boat with millions of bioluminescent plankton.
The air was so cold and dry this time that it stole the breath from my lungs if I was outside for too long. So we wrapped ourselves up in blankets and hid ourselves away in our little seaside cabin to eat cheese and bread and of course indulge in the finest cheap wine money can buy. The Island had been transformed by winter already and the forests and beaches were covered in ice. We forgot to bring clothes that were warm enough so most of our time was spent driving around winding country roads with our good friend FM radio.
