03 Jan You’re at 51S When
You’re at 51S When
You know you’re in the Southern Ocean when a Wandering Albatross floats into your sunset picture.
What could possibly sustain such a beautiful creature down here? What must it be like to be forever searching? Forever scanning an empty, barren horizon? And for what?
There is a lesson here. Here, the old cliche hits home: There is more than meets the eye.
But are we all not forever searching? What would existence be if there were nothing to search for? Nothing to glean from the seemingly empty infinite? I am for the search. I am for the gleaming and the finding. It is, I think, what draws us together. Is it not true, for example, that we find true love, find happiness, or discover new opportunities?
They are a sight to behold, these birds. I wonder what they think of interlopers like me intruding in their domain
Follow my tracks in real-time: