The chill is setting in. The heater is working hard and barely keeping up. The "W" word has been used more than once around here. So rather than focus on the dark days ahead, I will choose to be grateful that our last sail of the season was a perfect one. Nothing broke. Nobody cried or pooped or squabbled. The wind was agreeable and the seas were calm (unlike our second to last sail of the season where the winds were angry and the seas were drunk, but let's not go there.) It was sunshine and blue skies and family who are also friends, and a chance to appreciate our awesome boat and the never boring waters we call home.
It was a beautiful reminder to hang tight, because winter won't last forever.