A September Evening on the Water

Sidney Spit 2The water last night was like glass. The air was warm. It felt like the middle of August on the water, not the middle of September. Dan and I were out at Sidney Spit, enjoying a free Sunday evening together, soaking up the late afternoon sunshine, and watching one more golden sunset.

Last night was bittersweet for me. Knowing what our schedules look like over the next couple of weeks, I knew that this was probably the last time this summer I’d be out on the boat with Dan, the last time we’d sit late into the evening, watching the sea and the sky slowly transform from the bright blues of the afternoon, to the pinks of evening, and into the blackness of night. I knew it was probably the last time we’d sit in the cockpit, sharing stories and a bottle of wine. Our summer of sailing adventures, I knew, was drawing to a close.

Sidney Spit 3

And knowing it was likely the last of our sailing evenings, I savoured every moment, drinking in the experience, committing to memory the tang of the salt air, the ripple of waves as a seal poked its head up near the boat, the quality of light as dusk fell. I breathed in the warmth of the evening air, the stillness of the water, the quiet rock of waves as one boat after another slowly left the spit and headed for home.

We lingered last night, late into the evening, waiting until night fell before firing up the motor, turning on the running lights, and making our way back toward the lights of Sidney. The sea was calm as we motored home, a deep, inky black. The sky was bright with stars. It was utterly peaceful. As we neared home, Dan pointed to the wake. In the blackness of the water, the wake glowed bright with bioluminescence, the outer edges laced in a shimmering stream of pale green.

Remember this, I told myself, feeling tears rising. Hold on to this perfect evening. This perfect moment.

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About Sally

Poet, seeker, author, mom. Celebrating the beauty and mystery that surrounds us and learning to trust in the journey.
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12 Responses to A September Evening on the Water

  1. Marianne says:

    But you are so much the richer for having experienced it, Sally. Precious memories indeed!

  2. RAJIOW says:

    Don’t be sad. The end of the sailing season- for us here in Cowes UK. Is always a mini bereavement. But our winter is always full of new things and new surprises. And a reacquaint acne with the people and places that the sailing takes us far from in the summer. Our winters are always a new adventure. I hope yours will be too.

  3. Paul Kinder says:

    Yep! Once this is posted I’ve got to go and get my boat ready for lifting out! Its an event that certainly marks the end of Summer and the beginning of Autumn. Glad you had a good one though 🙂

  4. What a lovely post. I felt like I was on the boat with you.

  5. Denise Hisey says:

    How bittersweet! I hope the memory of that evening tides (no pun intended) you over for many months into winter. Lovely photos!

  6. ferragudofan says:

    dropping by from CBBH challenge – I love the photos and words you have used here – so poetic and heartfelt. Looking forward to exploring your blog more fully

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