Piers, to me, not only represent seafaring but are also symbols of freedom and traveling. Whenever I see piers, I feel like jumping on the deck of an imaginary boat and taking off to new exciting adventures to the other side of the world. I dream about sailing through massive breakers bravely, having nothing but the skyline as my guidance and steering the wheel towards the sun.
I see myself living the perfect marine life and leaving my wordly possessions behind for curiousity and nautical pleasures. And in this moment, I feel happy… I feel safe. In my daydream, I am already sailing the seas and listening to the sweet serenade of seagulls. I am watching the clouds glide up on the sky and waiting for the stars to burst brightly and light my way. I can see the sparkling fresh water hit the sides of my boat although the sea is still covered in thick ice.
When winds eventually carry me and my boat back to the pier, I spend a moment watching the golden sunset and staring at the barren branches of the trees. Although I may not have left the pier physically, my mind has travelled far and visited places. I have experienced intense suspense and made a short fantasy trip someplace unknown – to a place that does not exist on any map or even in this time. I have defied the natural forces and I have felt strong and invincible being the captain of my own boat. Even for a second, I have wished being someplace else. I have dreamt, I have believed, I have imagined. In this world, reality has not existed.
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