Sail

This is a beautiful little fragment of prose/poetry that my wife emailed to me in the very early days of our relationship, which then became the centrepiece of a simple webpage with a whimsical lighthouse background...

What do I want to do?
I want to sail.
I want to fly through clouds and feel amber sunrays on my face.
I want to be free to decide each instant at the instant, without fear of repercussion.
I want to be bold.
And naive.
I want to make people feel something.
Anything.
But most of all I want to sail...