Motored a couple of miles on the water Saturday. Far enough to visit the summer mooring, not enough to feel the tug of the rising tide surging East up the Solent. It felt good to be afloat, even without wind; letting the boat battery and our own batteries recharge that little bit.
It's remained mild here, though windy today and mostly overcast with the same front that is dropping wintry showers further North. For three mornings in a row the dawn clouds have had a coral tint, but now, after dusk, there is the full moon that had soaked through my bedroom curtains every time I woke last night.
The turning of the year, the spring tides dragged by the waxed moon, daily rhythms of sun: all slow, low frequency, inexorable waves. The trick is to surf them.
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