No. Not the beer It was a real blue moon—the second full moon of July.
The white line across the photo is the boat’s lifeline. In the distance is a small island.
In the early evening I went out to the lake for a sail on Cassandra, a 25 foot Cape Dory sailboat. The dusk is long, bright, this time of year. And the moon, though not huge like a harvest moon, greeted me warmly.
Ashore the temperatures weren’t even dropping from their highs in the 90s. But on the lake with the wind out of the northwest around 5-8 mph, it was pleasent; and it was just enough to fill the sails. I glided easily up the lake. The water gurgled gently as the bow of the boat parted it.
It felt peaceful. I felt peaceful. I felt at peace.
Later, when twilight fled, the moon could only slightly brightened things up. What few boats on the water turned on their lights. The wind picked up a bit as I headed back to the cove in which I keep Cassandra. Just a few hours on the water. A very nice few hours.
I thank G-d for those few hours with Him on the lake. He restores my soul.
He leads me beside quiet waters.
He renews my life. . .
Psalm 23:2-3
Jonah’s Song 