Today (Dec. 2) marks two months since my sailboat was pulled off the lake for the winter.
It seems like a lifetime ago that I was on the water with that little blue-hulled beauty, yet memories of sailing her across the bay to meet up with friends at a favourite anchorage on a warm, sunny afternoon were recorded in my diary back on Sept. 27.
I wonder if “Scout” misses me—landlocked in the backyard under layers of blue tarps and a skiff of snow, frozen where she sits.
She had helped build a bolder “me” this past summer. I learned to trust and lean in and let go.