Is it a bright, cold day in April? Hang in there. The days are lengthening, and the tepid sunshine of winter’s fraudulent orange orb will soon be replaced by real warmth. Spring is almost here, and we eagerly scout the frozen tundra for a glimpse of its first tiny soldiers: brave crocus and hyacinth, unfurled flags of golden forsythia, battalions of bright tulips.
Adventure. Is there anything better? For starters, it is readily available.
An escape plan is a natural temptation in a political climate that’s as rancorous and divisive as ours has lately become (not that I’ve ever needed any kind of excuse).
I took a detour and slowly drove through the local boatyard yesterday. The sky was low and gray, the trees were bare, and boats were everywhere: Shrink-wrapped, on jackstands, flank-to-flank they stood, their normally submerged regions exposed to the winds and weather.
As anyone who has experienced a period of boatlessness will tell you, being without one doesn’t mean you think about “yours” any less. It’s a little like phantom limb syndrome: Approaching storms make me wonder if I should add a few more lines; an early cold snap causes worry about whether I should haul out.
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