# Under the Sky, Above the Wind

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- Published: 2024-01-20T07:27:48+07:00
- Author: Cahya

Prompt tulisan Bloganuary

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Salt and wind were my compass, waves my highway. As a child, I dreamt not of boardrooms
or classrooms, but of sun-kissed decks and the endless, rippling horizon. My playground
wasn’t sandcastles, but the belly of my grandfather’s weathered fishing boat, the“
Salty Siren.” Each creak of its hull was a story, each barnacle a testament to its
battles with the sea.

I grew up with brine in my veins and a net’s weight in my calloused hands. My days
were a symphony of gulls’ cries, nets hauling silver bounty, and the salty tang 
of sweat drying on my skin. Dawn was a canvas splashed with fiery oranges and blues,
a silent promise of adventure etched by the sun’s rising brush. My nights were tapestries
woven with starlight and the gentle rocking of the “Salty Siren,” lulled by the 
ocean’s heartbeat.

I wasn’t a farmer tending fertile fields, nor a lawyer wielding words as weapons.
My courtroom was the vast sapphire expanse, my arguments whispered to the wind. 
My clients were the fish, their shimmering scales a currency more precious than 
gold. I wasn’t a doctor mending flesh, but a protector of the delicate dance of 
life beneath the waves. Each cast of the net a prayer, each catch a responsibility.

There were storms, of course, days when the ocean’s fury mirrored the tempest in
my heart. Days when nets tore and hooks went empty, when the sea’s whispers turned
to angry roars. But I, like the weathered gulls, weathered them too. For there was
solace in the storm’s fury, a raw beauty in its power. And when the clouds finally
parted, the sun’s kiss on my salt-slick face felt like a victory dance, a promise
of calmer waters and another full net.

My life wasn’t paved with accolades or riches. My trophies were seashells whispered
upon the shore, and the respect etched in the weathered faces of fellow fishermen.
My wealth was the endless bounty of the sea, the thrill of the chase, the camaraderie
of men who understood the language of waves and whispers.

Sometimes, on quiet nights, as I watched the moon paint silver trails on the water,
I’d wonder if I chose the right path. But then, the wind would pick up, carrying
the scent of salt and fish, and I’d know. My heart belonged to the sea, my soul 
danced with the tide. I was a fisherman, born and bred, and the endless ocean was
my canvas, my courtroom, my sanctuary. And in that vast, salty expanse, I found 
a dream not woven of gold or fame, but of freedom, respect, and the constant, whispering
heartbeat of the sea.

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## Comments

### By: Shasak

- Link: https://legawa.com/buku-harian/under-the-sky-above-the-wind/comment-page-1/#comment-20254
- Published: 2024-01-20T08:01:16+07:00

Beautifully articulated dream.

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