Smiling Mother Theresa

It was already after the dusk that the boat left the save heaven of harbor, a curious child leaving the arms of its mother for some mature, sudden adventure, into this vast, angry lake and started its frantic dance on a dark, liquid matter, as a matter getting darker with every second, its surface boiling with anger against the fallen night and any unwelcome invader on its surface. Last night the lake had a vicious mind of its own, tried to suck the boat down into its depths, where the hungry for human flesh space aliens bases are, no one dares to talk about. They don’t tell you about the many bodies of decomposing sailors whom aliens secretly eat through their skin for months at a time, down there at the bottom. At thought of it I thought I would throw up but I didn’t.  
Motoring sucked so we put gene up to get a hold of some balanced better reality but being in the middle of hateful Chicago fall is not for those who are afraid of aliens or their digestive system, living inside the belly of this body of water.
Only one other boat, a sailing mad-man like us, kept moving along the dark horizon of flat Middle-western Earth towards Monroe Harbor for the Venetian Night. One of the girls has explained to me the idea of Venetian Night as she traveled to this Italian wet land during the original Venetian Night in Venice. She was not masked for the occasion, seemed honest:
– So it is about making dreams come true. What is your dream or who is your dream. Think about it now and wish for it and it will come true, go for it.
There was nowhere to go without drowning in minutes so I stayed on the boat and dreamed about … you.
With all my powers of dreaming.
Impossible dream that was, so I have settled for a dream of night out together only: dinner, theater and sex. OK. No sex.
I chose to believe in the self-inflicted lie of being too old for you. Anything I say is sexual harassment at this point. I know how it works I have been harassed many times.
Who talks eternity? Who talks bonds and shackles? Piracy and slavery? If you love someone set them free…etc.
The conditions that must become, appear for the consumption of the contract, in my mind, I set so high – the contract seems almost impossible. (It is very possible if I want it hard enough, I hope I do, we will see);
Life consists of moments lived through and acknowledged during the life-long process of learning eternal spirituality with many lives past, present and future. The last ones awaiting.
I just want to be a moment while I last in this process in this life.
I have been still Venetian dreaming about you till now, when I am writing these words, after waking up today in this morning, sick with cold already. I could use hot tea.
I could do use hot tea. Earl Grey or Earl Gray or English or Irish Breakfast. Lady Grey wouldn’t hurt. Or Gray. I never know. To me it could be Grai.
Back to the night.
The Venetian Night was cancelled, probably due to weather and obvious alcoholism of most sailors during the event – I guessed safety won. We only watched fireworks, got recommendation from Water Birds (Police Boat) to move away to safer distance from harmless white phosphorus in the skies and later sailed next to Navy Pier Beer Garden for free live music and to have hot Red Borscht followed by dessert of grapes, rum and whiskey. Vitamins are crucial and proper. Watched blonde on the other boat dance by the mast, frantically holding on to anything that seemed firm enough while she moved wildly around. Couple of hours later we sailed back into the night but now piercing the waves with the bow, wind already sleepy and gentler. We were the only boat on the lake last night. She drove me back to my car. The girl I know to be really nice. If not for her sex appeal she could be mother Theresa. Always smiling and ready for a joke.