We took a little boat ride in Key West, a trip that seemed to get us closer and closer to the horizon. It was a welcome indulgence during cold and sometimes dreary January; I’ve never been a winter traveler, but now I certainly understand the appeal. The day was warm, the light was soft, the water was mesmerizing.

I knew I would be captivated by the sunset. But I was most drawn to the ships on the sea: their shapes, their shadows, their constant movement–it was a changing scene, one in which every moment held a bit of awe.

30 Days of Joy

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