Date: 15 August 2014. Cherish the Memories of the Night.
Guest author Colin Day aboard M/V Lily Maria.
This piece is for
The Writer's Block.
It's written by a fellow cruiser and speaks to a short voyage he and
his Jean took recently. It's why we should, as Colin says in an
cherish the memories of the
night. This life can be yours too. It's not fancy, but it
surely is filled with simple pleasures.
saying goodbye to our friends in Carrabelle we have leisurely
traveled the waterways westward towards Mobile, AL. Anchoring out
each night in quiet deserted backwaters home only to fish, animals
and birds. We are privileged to share their habitat and always try
to be the guest who will be invited back. We enjoy life at anchor as
it heightens the sense of freedom and independence it gives to our
little 44 foot world.
a Thompson44, docked at
C-Quarters Marina in Carrabelle:
Just as long as it is not
raining we elect to sleep topsides while at anchor to enjoy the
fresh air, the breeze, the sights and sounds of the night world.
Each night spent afloat is a privilege but last night was
[Cushions with the addition of
fresh sheets, and some fluffy pillows make a comfy outdoor
sleeping area aboard Lily Maria. Partially covered by a bimini
(see first picture) Jean and Colin are protected from the elements
and in touch with the beauty of the outdoors. Life truly does not
get much better. J.]
down, looking skywards watching the full moon play hide and seek
with the clouds, spotting the planets makes us totally aware of the
vastness of the heavens and our own minute role in the universe. But
like the actor we must assume the role and play it to the hilt,
hopefully being able to make some small positive contribution before
the final curtain drops.
The clap of
thunder in the distance, the flash of lightening beyond the clouds,
the sights and sounds of a gigantic battle between the weather gods.
Will we be spared the onslaught of wind and rain? Thoughts that
could provoke the feelings of a past generation hunkering down in
mud of Flanders fields praying only to live and fight another day.
thunderstorm passes the ensuing steady hum of the bugs in nearby
woods is broken by the blowing and snorting sounds of a family of
dolphins who have come by to visit. They pay particular attention to
the anchor rode and dive down where we dropped the anchor earlier in
the day. Behavior totally understandable as I have been told by a
sage and salty friend that dolphins are drowned sailors
reincarnated. Who am I to doubt the word of a fellow seaman and can
only express my gratitude to our visitors for standing such a
diligent anchor watch.
the grey dawn breaks our peaceful dream world is shattered by the
mighty blast of the shipyard horn and bugle calls from the nearby
U.S. Air Force base calling us all to our duties and to the
opportunities presented by a sparkling new day.
© Colin Day
aboard Lily Maria.
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