I stared out longingly at my sailboat on Monday morning. It looked dejected and beaten down by the skiff of snow that covered her like a thin white layer of wax paper that weighed two tons.
I’ll bet she, too, was thinking, “Really? Snow? I just want to sail.”
And then again, she looked so right at home sitting there, waiting patiently for the next round of new paint, a cleaner hull, and a new life for the water.
A little snow wouldn’t keep her down.