June has been a wet month so far. After last weekend’s rain out, we decided we could be housebound and land locked no longer. We brought provisions and headed out in the rain to
Andy read Sail Magazine while I suffered through The New Yorker Summer Fiction issue. We then settled in for a windy and chilly night. The boat was alive with sounds of the tiller moving from side to side, waves slapping her hull, the boom rocking and lines humming. Listening to the wind’s howls as I drifted off, I knew we would wake to a square patch of blue sky over our heads and that the V birth would begin to warm at daybreak.
No comments:
Post a Comment