framed

Whipped by the wind, bleached by the sun.  How many miles has the pennant flown at the top the the mast during a decade-plus of cruising?  The pennant, a gift from my Mom, arrived the evening before SPARTINA's first cruise.  How many days snapping in a crisp wind?  How many peaceful nights tucked back in a tiny cove?  How many dew-covered dawns tinted orange by the sun peeking over the trees.  Sometimes I think too many, sometimes I think not nearly enough.