A Meaningful Sail

It was that time of year again. The beginning of the summer. School was done, the sun was out, and I was free. It was 2016, and I was working at "The Dinghy Shop" in Amityville. It was a Sailboat, Kayak, and SUP rental shop. My boss offered to let me store my Sunfish Sailboat there, so I thought that I would sail it over to the shop. I trailered my boat down to the little beach that was three blocks away from my house. I rigged it up and set sail. I was absolutely mesmerized. It was definitely not my first time sailing, but it was the time that I remember most. I had one hand on the mainsheet, and one on the tiller. Water was splashing up into my face, and on the deck of the boat. The line was causing a cramp in my hand, but that was all part of the experience. I was overjoyed, in this moment of pure bliss. The sun was shining down, and I was ready for my five-mile sail.

It took me close to 3 hours to reach my destination. As I pulled up my dagger board, and the boat beached onto the sand, I was upset. I was upset that the sail was over, and that my journey was finished. I didn't feel alone out on the water, I had my boat with me. And the boat had me with it. We were one being, connected by the love for the water, and the shine of the sun. I would do anything to go back to that moment.