|Meeting with the crew|
Looking back I now understand that those years would have melted away whether we came back or not. Our first venture would be over, no matter how long that leash. Fortunately that first Bahamas venture was only the first chapter in a much longer sailing novel.
This summer's Cape Cod adventure can only be remembered. A winter's journey starts from here. I'm single-handing for a while, indulging in the bittersweet feeling of being alone under way.
|Learning a new tune|
And, alas, no one to clink a celebratory glass on landfall. It cuts both ways and I find that solitude makes companionship a precious contrast. I shall miss her terribly.
The Bahamas beckon. Long live the cruise.