Shall we sail then, you and I? Upon a glass-still sea with no land in sight? With you in your boat and me in mine, waiting for the wind to take us where it wishes?
If we are separated I will send up flares and write you messages in bottles until we are reunited.
If there are vikings or sea monsters we shall evade them, for we are clever and resourceful. We will resist the honey-sweet songs of beautiful sirens. We will steal rum from pirates.
Should there be tempests we will ride them out on glorious waves. Or if the storms are too strong we shall wash up on some distant shore together to drink from coconuts and tie seashells in our hair.
And when the storms have passed we will sail once more, with you in your boat and me in mine.
About flax-golden tales. Photo by Carey Farrell. Text by Erin Morgenstern.