V-Day

Blue skies as you return to the harbour, past the old stomping grounds to find half-finished docks full up.  The wind coming in a challenge, but vaccinated Kevin’s assistance proves key.

Sitting waiting to cook steak with this wonderful Lebanese wine in glorious sunshine.  What is to come always the question.  The work continues to flow despite it all, with yet no certainty of the next case on the horizon.  Travel restrictions continuing to frustrate.  As you ponder the real estate choices not taken, and the clarity that this or (at most) next likely the last of the SC summers.  

Why do you like sailing comes the question, and the answer is readily present yet articulately elusive.  The meditative aspect, the ever-changing tussle with the shifting winds.  The scenery and the majesty and the through line back in history. 

All a part of it.  The stories, the passage of time, too.

The writing process needs restarting, the MFA to be renewed in June 2022.  It feels right and so must follow.  Colour and light.  Dylan’s 80th, as the Irish President said, May Victory be yours.

PS. “Annoying is better than alone.”  Heh.  A reference love to return to, surely.  No doubt correct in the right context.  Time is a magnificent, tempering beast.  The beauty in Good Will Hunting last night, how the scenes play out.  Then learning how many iterations it took to get... good.  You have to write, and all the more so from experience.  Covid gave you an extra year to get ahead of yourself, for year 2.  I find I’m looking forward to it... as this Lebanese Prieure goes down a treat.  

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