Location: Rome
Shes 112 feet of steel.
2 masts
6 sails.
how could she be a home?
She has a way.
Like a sneaky little bug, she gets under your skin.
Like a hug you didnt know you needed.
Like a friend asking are you ok when you need it most.
Like a hand to hold to squeeze.
You laugh the hardest youve ever laughed.
You feel the most youve ever felt.
When youre with her, youre never lonely.
When youre with her, you feel at peace.
Like nothing matters except this moment.
Right now.
The Milky Way stretched across the sky displaying stars you never knew existed.
The way the sun sets in auras of pink and orange that you only thought were possible in a fairy tale.
The way the middle of the night becomes your favorite time of day.
The way time doesnt seem to matter.
The way the outside world doesnt matter.
It doesnt
Its just us.
You,
Me,
And Vela.
The way strangers become friends.
The way friends become family.
The way 112ft of steel,
2 masts,
6 sails,
becomes a home.
But not just any home,
Our most favorite home weve ever had.
– signing off, Vela Summer 2024