Leaving Song of the Wind

She sits patiently waiting for us to return.    She does not groan querulously when we open her doors.   She does have stored aromatic memories of the weeks inactivity, but after some openings, she is again fresh.

Song of the Wind has been faithful and loyal and true to us for the last nine years. She houses indelible memories in her bones.   The kids have grown up in her berths, and I have become a white haired middle aged man.   She represents  promise of new and old adventures fulfilled.  And now, for a new family, more beginnings and memories to be cherished.

We are moving on to Enchantress, a larger vessel but perhaps with smaller dreams.   She still has many issues to resolve but in the solving of problems, she becomes our own.  Trials and tribulations strengthen character, and fractured bones are often stronger.

Yet we do not wish for hardship or broken bones but for fair weather.   We wish for a  strong breeze freshening over rippled waves with the sun behind us and  the promise of summer evenings.  In our memories,  Song of the Wind glistens in the soft glow and the waves darken with shadows but we glide over them with just a shudder.  

She is only fiberglass, wood, and canvas.   We have embedded her with meaning and thus she is alive for us.      I feel a little betrayed in courting Enchantress, but perhaps our hearts are capable of loving more than one vessel.   We will miss you Song of the Wind.   We only hope that you give others the same joy and freedom that you have given us.    Good Bye Song of the Wind.    Good Bye.