This poem features my dad's Sunfish sailboat, which we sailed on our little lake in the 60s and early 70s.
Dad bought it used, but only gently so. We put more miles on that boat in the first summer than it had accumulated with its previous owner. Dad and I were calm and talked little when we sailed together. When my best friend and I took it out our goal was to sail past the docks of the boys with the big motorboats.
Today's reblog remembers my cousin Leah who I will always miss.
beautiful