The ferry cuts through the ocean wind
Funneling it up over the rail
Into my chest, my face, through my hair
Rippling it like a flag in a storm
Funneling it up over the rail
Into my chest, my face, through my hair
Rippling it like a flag in a storm
I hold the camera
Steady as I can, buffeted
Enjoying the sound of rushing air
The very brush of existence