Stepping into the Blue

As a child, I drove my mother to distraction with my never-ending stream of 'Whys?' I knew I had reached the end of her patience when she answered with 'Why? Because.' My stream of questions has never run dry, rather I have learned over long years to accept that most things have only a temporary answer because more and new information and understanding will appear as I read and experience more. In the world of sea, wind and sky, questions have become more like musings and these days I don't need