We're back, and it's warm on this side of the pass, too, but nothing like the 106 we left behind.
Some icy white crests on the waves have been added, just to help the cooling thoughts along. There is more to do in the water, but for now I'm distracted by the sails. They are made from the "soft sheet" from childhood, so is the moon. It is so thin it tears easily with just the fingers. Touching it during this heat wave brings back memories of long ago hot summer nights, when it was the only thing over me, crisp and cool.
