A gentle motion is almost undetectable dockside. Your sub-conscience adapts to the back and forth, up and down movements and you don’t notice it until you’re on land… Especially in the shower with your eyes closed and you swear everything is moving even though you know it should be still. Weird!
These days we wake with the dawn and wind down soon after the sun has gone down. Another rhythm I love. No alarms jangling a wake-up call. Hot water has been made the night before and it isn’t long before tea & coffee are made.
We haven’t been here long enough to establish too many rituals or patterns but I love to climb into the cockpit in the morning with a pillow, blanket and my cuppa where I can write and be distracted by my surroundings. The breeze slightly ruffles the water barely disturbing the mirror image, Mt. Rainier cloaked in an other-world haze, puffy white clouds slowly floating on an ocean of baby blue, a goose fly by, kingfishers sounding pissed off, gulls crying, crows cawing… The clock gets little attention during the day and meals happen when someone gets hungry.
These are rituals I can get used to In a hurry.
The cockpit cover we had made last fall is one of the best $600 spent. It keeps everything dry so mornings out on our “back porch” aren’t miserably wet. It can also be used while sailing in the rain since it mounts underneath the mizzen boom.