Sailing

Sailing once was our family thing. Not any more. But the daughter and I do it nearly every weekend. Lovely.

The daughter has set her blue spinnaker.

It is beautiful here. A small, quiet harbor, glaring sun, breaking waves, water birds, a dozen dinghis on the lake.

Why do we sail? Without aim, forth and back on the lake? It is fun. The wind, the sounds, perspectives.

Something for the senses. Coding less so. But still.