Weather: Overcast, changing to rain & fog all day (extended stay due to dense fog); cool 58-60
Entertainment: Monitored marine radio for vessels approaching Roche Harbor in fog.
Entertaining transmissions as one boat blindly led another into the harbor:
"I believe there's a small vessel on my starboard quarter that you'll want to watch for."
"Um, that would be me."
"Oh. OK, thanks, Cap."
"No worries. Just that everything I own is riding on your good navigation"
"Thanks, Cap. I'll buy you a drink when we get in!"
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So, this is what you get when you cross a scooter with a lawnmower.
The magic of summer may be something best seen by a child,
but that does not mean that it must inevitably vanish.
Summer is a time of stillness,
if only we have the ears to hear it.
And with stillness come broad spaces
and long reaches of time—those expanses of infinity
that both swallow up our own small selves
and bear us out into the grand universe.