Waterworld

For three days, I have not stepped on dry land, except the shiny, lubricated floor of the passenger ship. I have mostly breathed air excessively saturated with salt: it was as if I was eating sodium chloride without opening my mouth while my nose was doing all the tasting; I have seen the waves of the blue sea as they hampered and resisted the forward motion of Superferry 15.

For three days, I have had a fortaste of the Waterworld.

The refreshment that has come upon my senses was a welcome treat after weeks upon weeks of study in the university. I mostly spent time in my room where I read my take-home assignments, including James Hilton's fictional novel, The Lost Horizon. Which is to say, I was idle. I slept, ate, slept, read, slept again...

Three days.