Dusk.
In silence.
A gentle push away from the dock.
Seeming to drift backward,
But now with direction.
Then forward,
Pushing my body gently back.
Underway
The journey has begun,
As has my awareness of what its building blocks may be.
Eyes shift in anticipation.
Speed and noise increase,
As does brightness in the east above the distant mountains.
The waves lap against the hull,
The air against my face.
The immense volume of the sky opens.
Moving toward and moving away,
Scenes change left and right,
The places I’m in change,
Sometimes rapidly as land and islands move closer, then farther,
And sometimes slowly with more expansive and stable views.
The highlights in the sky move west.
The sun disappears.
Twilight envelopes all.
I slow Pegasus to stillness and silence.
Time to return,
To follow, as it happens, the light in the sky.
Pegasus can’t keep up with the shift of light.
It spreads along the western horizon,
And, after a brief celebration in brightness,
Becomes a half glow that no longer illuminates the landscape.
The lake becomes dark
Landmarks lose their familiarity,
Orientation becomes more difficult,
Light buoys are friendly companions
If only I could remember exactly which each was.
And the shape of the land against the sky,
An imprecise guide.
A weak flashlight, scarcely better than none.
Yet somehow I find myself near Mooney Point.
Uncertainties fade into secure known places.
Pegasus is now at her dock.
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