Dreaming of the Sailing Season

On this frigid day, I've been dreaming of a return to sailing.

Starting up the motor at the dock and feeling the boat jump forward against the dock lines...

Standing at the tiller as we head down the channel with a hand on the boom, scouting ahead and eager for the open water of the Lake...

The rush of raising first the main and then, later, the jib...

Feeling the wind catch the sails as we leave the confines of the harbor and the boat tip in response...

Finally, the calm of killing the motor and working with the wind to sail where ever the boat and I decide to go...

Sun making me squint and wind pushing hair in my face, the gurgle of the water at the back of the boat. We... Just... Can't... Wait.

I've got 3 more months to hang onto this memory, until we can get back out there.