February 20

Finally a gust, we've been rowing too long

The wind had been absent but is now blowing strong

The call comes to jibe and our yacht turns on a dime

We are all having one hell of a time

For dinner we anchor and hop on to shore

It is one of those evenings that warms you to the core

Skimming stones, strumming tunes, just generally thriving

Then early to bed with a new day arriving