Captain Michael: 2200 hrs on a Friday night…..
Some nights aren’t meant for answers.
They’re meant for listening.
The sea grows quiet.
2200 hrs on a Friday night…..
Some nights aren’t meant for answers.
They’re meant for listening.
The sea grows quiet.
The stars keep their counsel.
Far away, lightning reminds us there are storms beyond our horizon.
We don’t have to sail into every one of them.
Tonight…
Sit with the silence a little longer.
Sometimes the next course reveals itself to those who stop trying so hard to find it.
Captain Michael: 2200 hrs on a Friday night….. Some nights aren’t meant for answers. They’re meant for listening. The sea grows quiet. Th
2200 hrs on a Friday night….. Some nights aren’t meant for answers. They’re meant for listening. The sea grows quiet. The stars keep their counsel. Far away, lightning reminds us there are storms beyond our horizon. We don’t have to sail into every one of them. Tonight… Sit with the silence a little longer. Sometimes the next course reveals itself to those who stop trying so hard to find it.
2200 hrs on a Friday night….. Some nights aren’t meant for answers. They’re meant for listening. The sea grows quiet. The stars keep their counsel. Far away, lightning reminds us there are storms beyond our horizon. We don’t have to sail into every one of them. Tonight… Sit with the silence a little longer. Sometimes the next course reveals itself to those who stop trying so hard to find it.
