Contrast

"The secret of seeing is to sail on solar wind. Hone and spread your spirit, till you yourself are a sail, whetted, translucent, broadside to the merest puff." - Annie Dillard

Another day; another message. Full of hope, excitement and exuberance, windsock tails cracking against the brilliant blue of the ether; shards of silver light piercing the atmosphere and launching diamond darts directly to my gaze.

The sou'west breeze whips through with an icy vein but the clear blue and climbing temperatures remind that there is still summer there somewhere; teasing, tantalizing, raising hopes for afternoons spent languishing by the lapping water or the exhilaration of bumping and thudding across the bay into the wind and waves, stung by salty needles that dry upon sun hot skin.