Nov 23^rd 2001

Heading to Victoria, I am sitting on the ferry. Outside the window, it’s the wild, blue Pacific Ocean, smoothly waving his hand to the sky, smiling to the white cloud, sparking his glory to everyone. In the far horizontal line, you can not distinguish where is the sky, where is the ocean, as they are both blue and perfectly merge together. Land is disappeared. Wind becomes soft. Sea gals are flying up and down, back and forth, around the boat, smiling to every passenger, singing the melody together. Mountain sky, ocean sunshine, people and sea gal perform to each other without a word……