Doldrums

Along the equator where the Northern and Southern hemispheres collide, the winds go flat and eerily calm. Shiftless and listless, it is a place where sailors on the great ocean lose their way.

Floating out to sea on the doldrums of August in between one thing and the next. Where have my winds gone? My mast is raised, my eyes held up to the sky waiting for a sea change....

Waiting for the winds to blow these slack and empty sails full and carry me home.