Weary thoughts from a weary person

It was nice sitting in a kayak and look at the sky. Floating, rocking gently with the waves, and looking. The sun hiding in the clouds, not too glaring. In the whole field of vision, just the calm blue sky.

The sea pushing me, making me turn in circles, though I need not worry, I need not take control. No need to worry about where I am heading, or whether I am capsizing or sinking. No need to worry about those around or myself even. The sky -- all there ever is.

How nice would it be to have an open top boat as a death bed. Lying somewhere in the middle of the sea where the weather is fine and the waves not too choppy, looking peacefully at the sky until my eyes close slowly to a deep deep sleep.