A winter of weekends…
Of waking when we wanted,
Wandering ’round the roads of towns we’d never seen,
Waving, smiling and laughing when there were no words,
Washing down decks, canvas, clothing, the fabrics of our lives with water from the Sea,
Willing moments to be captured on film or in words, any way to hold on to the memory forever,
Wonder-ing, wide-eyed, at the wholeness, the width, the wow of the world,
Waiting for weather windows of calm,
Wigging out when the weather was wild, with waves way above us and ocean all around us,
Wishing on falling stars and meteors showers and shooting phosphorescent torpedo trails from dolphins leaping through the dark,
Witnessing real life, real moments, all around us,
Wanting it to last forever.
We wished, we wanted, we worked, and we went:
Willing to wait, to want, to work again,
Until the next winter of weekends
Brio is tucked away in the storage yard in San Carlos. Jon is back in Maine where he is running his business (I will be visiting throughout the summer). And I am in Vancouver, pulling pieces together and dreaming of the adventures we’ll have next year.