|After a week of snowy days and frigid nights|
down below everything was dry and cozy-ish.
Monday, February 17, 2014
After shoveling the snow off the boat it rose up about an inch on it's lines. The snow was wet, heavy and icy. From the cockpit I could see the few other boats in the basin and many others on the hard. I could hear the clanking of halyards against aluminum masts from the boats who's owners weren't considerate enough to cat off their lines. I could see a few sea gulls gliding on the wind and one bald eagle on an ice floe out on the river.
Even though I was only sitting on a boat that wasn't going anywhere soon, I was quite a bit happier to be floating, on a boat, my boat, a boat that I hope within a month will be sailing thru not so frozen water. That was enough to make the snow blowing down my collar not so cold or uncomfortable, but really just a bit silly. Sometimes just sitting and daydreaming about things I am pretty sure will come, is enough. For now it has to be because our world here is still frozen and buried in snow and ice.