Following the Moon

We tacked away from the Keys and the ships, toward the Bahamas and into the moon. As is rose higher, the moon fluffed-off the scattered protons of its initial ascent and turned brilliant. We followed a line of moonlight stretching before us, along of glowing peaks of swells and twinkling wind-driven ripples.

When The Sails Are Stowed

There are thousands of reasons on hundreds of days that made him happy to be living on a boat. Winter, in New York, however tested him every year. He lay in the v-berth before dawn. The wind howled through the rigging while it blew snow upon the deck like tossed sand. He was bundled between a comforter…