Reflections: near Baffin Island

The ship nears Baffin Island with misty views of snow-covered mountains and scattered icebergs. The crew’s mood is good, even grumpy Ion has blended in, and conversations range from seafaring past and present to future ports. The captain asks if I want to continue on to Spain, and I find myself reflecting on how much I could keep going. For now, I focus on writing, walking, and taking in the beauty of this timeless journey.