by Ray Jason
It
was time to visit The Shadow Sailor.
He might have answers. If
not, he would at least know if I was asking the right questions.
My
five months of researching
this Wuhan Virus, was taking me down dark and disturbing paths. He
would know if I was sailing off the edge.
He
is a man with no country. Although
he has visited many, his passport shows few stamps. He enters and
departs independently - and
illegally. He is a master at
finding hidden coves that
the authorities rarely visit. But
he emphasizes that although
he lives in the Shadows, they are quite bright and
they provide him health,
freedom, happiness and meaning.
I
found him through a serendipitous accident.
Whenever there is a nice sunset here in The Archipelago of Bliss, I
celebrate it with with some fresh-squeezed orange juice, a
pinch of lime and a spot of
rum. Then I sit on deck
watching
the day depart and the evening descend.
