Nasty Complaints

It all starts from the winding wooden walkway that was between me and my departure.  The steps were friendly, making quiet gestures as I unconsciously greeted them.  I honestly do not remember the beginning of this long voyage, but I knew that I would remember the end.  As we entered the black sea with sporadic white dashes that split each side.  I guess you could say that was our boundary.  We were not hesitant to test those so called boundaries.  Conversations started slow, therefore, my interest was not at full capacity.  But my undivided attention was quickly regained.  The depth was increased when words were not only spoken, but they actually carried meaning.  Emotions decided to come off the bench and put in some quality minutes.  Even though these conversations were interesting, I had my own conversation with the tallest man on earth.  The scenery reminded me of him.  I felt like he would be pleased with what my eyes could see, he would not mind what I was listening to either.  In and out was my awareness.  It was not fair agree or disagree with one side or the other, for each opinion was well respected.  My thoughts did belong in these conversations, and as much as I would like to think, I hope they were necessary.  All in all, I enjoyed every mile that was shared, and I truly look forward to my voyage tomorrow, for the Nasty will be involved.