Gone with the wind

I went for sailing today, the last time before leaving for Australia. It was a farewell trip, and I cannot think of a better way to say goodbye to the place I have lived for five years.

This state is famous for its natural beauty, and sailing is definitely one of the best ways to get close to the Nature and appreciate its elegance and power at the same time.

When it is breezing, the boat doesn't seem to move much, neither does time. Mountains, water and people seem to all be part of a slow motion movie and it has been like that forever. Of course the next minute when winds gusting up, sails are pounded, the whole boat is tiled, and people as inexperienced as myself, will start screaming.

I still remember my first sailing trip five years ago vividly. That was soon after I moved to this place and still hadn't figured out which direction to go to reach the water (yes I am that bad--famous for having no sense of direction).

Today, after five years, I could find my way around much better (still got lost once in a while). I guess I am not the same person anymore; even the mountains, the water, the boat, the person who took me sailing, and even the bar we went afterwards seem to be unchanged.

Where did the five year go? I asked myself while waiting on a deck for our captain. The answer? It is gone with the wind.