Monday, June 14, 2010
They watched its birth on the horizon.
Puffy white blooming into the upper air. Feeding hot and wet in the humidity.
In minutes, its mood darkened over the water. Billowing larger. Cutting shadows across the other clouds.
Then, the curtain of rain unrolled across the bay. They scurried to pick up books and belongings and huddled in the small cabin of the boat.
They sat, watching the bobbing doorway and listening to the patter of the rain. Waves drummed against the hull, turned into the wind by the anchor.
First port, then starboard.
By the time the skies cleared, their thoughts waltzed in watery wombs.
Gentle grey still lingered in their sleep.
(In honor of our 2010 maiden voyage today. All in all, a good day despite skirting the summer squalls.)