I really should be asleep right now - but too much has been going on and I'm not the least bit tired.

See - after 2 weeks where we had too many things to get done, not enough muscle, injuries, illness and wonderful friends to visit, we finally managed tonight to get the boat in the water.

We almost didn't. It didn't seem to want to go into the water - it almost seemed reluctant. We coaxed. We cajoled. We pleaded.

Then some random stranger came over to help us. That was all the boat needed - the kindness of strangers and an extra push.

Suddenly we were boaters.

We went down Back Creek past Goodwins Islands and poked our nose out into the Bay.

It was glorious.

When we turned around - on this long day - the sunset did not dissapoint. It was first the pinkish gold, then the golden blue that signifies that one is so definitely here.

I'd forgotten how much being on the water meant to me. Funny - I spend my days dealing with people long dead who spent their days on the water.

In this water.

Who needs religion when you can see such a sunset?

Hallelujah, brother.