The workweek, seemingly filled with tireless human drama and an endless cacophony of distracting sounds.
The regrettable din of the morning commute, a clamor of exhaust sounds, political vitriol on the news, various opinions and discordant arguments; and then there is the alarm clock, that miserable invention, a mechanical Drill Sargent, screaming at me to wake up.
How wonderful is it then, to arise on a Saturday morning, gently nudged awake by a rocking hull and the tap, tap, tapping of a halyard that I forgot to secure before turning in.
Lying there in the v-berth of my boat, teasing me with her motion, tenderly coaxing me to roll out of my bed, almost as if to say, “Wake up, you’ve got to see this sunrise!”
Oh how I prefer the weekend and my boat to that damned alarm clock!
Sail well friends…