Exponential enhancement of elation, experienced on a windward tack, will never be known, by those timid souls, counted in that landlubber pack.
A freshening breeze, elevates the spirit, to towering heights untold. The mind and spirit, join the wind, as they bond indelibly in the soul.
With rigging tightening, can be a little frightening, as you continue pinching the wind. That love of nature, captivates the sailor, like the grasp of a becket’s bend.
As wave intensities increase, it forces a brief, slight fall off to leeward. With mainsail reefed, sailors know well, to quarter oncoming swells from seaward.
Ah, but let me tell, how it all casts a spell, that capturing of nature’s power, enthralls the avid sailor, and elation never wavers, for hour upon wonderful hour.
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