Close your eyes.
Imagine the breeze beginning to blow.
The snap as the sail billows out and takes hold.
The boat to skim over the water and the only sound is the water as it gently splashes against the bow.
This was the most surprising aspect of sailing.
Its as if the sails form a protective barrier around the boat and its passengers. Allowing only the volume of nature's voice to pass through.
Thoughts quite as the brain listens to the wood and the sails and the wind, waiting for an invitation and then responding to all that the boat needs.
Power boats may zoom past but their motors are muted drowned out by the flock of water birds who have ignored the silent advance of the sailboat until the vessel is directly upon them. They burst upward with a flourish of flapping wings, an imitation of the sail as it catches the wind and once again moves ahead.
Today, 'V' is for Volume.
Or more accurately, the lack there of.
No motor grinding.
No relentless slap of fiberglass to broken water.
No chatter of those internal voices reminding you of all that life brings.
The peaceful, restful absence of noise.
This has been part of the A to Z Challenge. For more entries click here: a-to-zchallenge.com