May 31, 2012
I don’t know why I write this. You can’t read it. Someone dreaming can’t really send email; they just imagine they do. They imagine they write to friends about what they are seeing in the dream – the huge pod of dolphins that greeted you as you sailed up to Fatu Hiva, the smaller pod that came into Hanavave Bay to play, jumping out of the water and spinning, as you were having your morning coffee, and the incredible, lush green, sheer walls rising from the water’s edge only feet from your boat to peaks unseen in the swirling clouds above. I’d tell you all about it but it’s only a dream. -Rich
