Captured! By comma commotion. In the calm of the calamity. The pale green, of the painted door, leading to a balcony. Those doors, they must only swing inward.
Accented plants, in metal hangers, gracing the doorway. Perfectly placed in position. A quiet, quaint, spectacular space, outside, and above, to simply, stylishly, step into and onto. A gray, cloudy day, perfect for a crisp, clear, captured photo. Can all the words, detailed, descriptive, possibly dovetail the desires of the day? Doubt it. So tired, exhausted, head throbbing. The photo brings comfort and relief. The shutter was shot while climbing aboard an ancient, restored whaling ship from years yonder. Walking the single wooden landing so high up, to cross onto the ship, waiting momentarily, while others, shakily made their way back, to the high, wooden, three stories of platform, in the air, leading to three stairways of decent. The 90 days of summer was spent reading the 150 year old tale of Moby Dick by Hermann Melville. Now finding myself, at this very moment, live in the story itself. Awesome! So cool! Amazing! Outstanding! Ahoy there! What was it really like to be aboard a whaling ship? Moments by moment? To eat, sleep, pass the time??? To be man against a gigantic beast on a flowing blanket of the sea, in only a tiny boat, with a so sharp spear in hand??? Wow, does it make one wonder. So much to absorb, as I climb back down, and glance at the view, of the painted green, pale door.