There is something about ferries.

For centuries they have been carriers of journeys to far flung places.

They lie there in the darkest of seas. Beckoning.

Like ants we feed ourselves into their belly.

Across great dark expanses they carry us.

We feel safe in their gentle rocking and subtle hum as they glide in the soft viscosity of the water beneath.

Lost in thought, lost in conversation, lost in mindless entertainment - we are transported to our destination.

Where we all trickle out like a gentle stream of the water we just crossed.

Rarely thanking. Often oblivious. But always thinking:

When will we meet again.