Sometimes a boat just calls out, and comes quickly, seemingly mid-voyage, with its bow aiming towards a starry destination.
In a minute we're off for an overnight in Oregon, to dine with the relatives.
I'm thinking on a fleet of ships. Vessels that can carry you to far away lands and nearby comforts, that can bring treasures and tea, all you need.
When I get back I'll write about the cloth in that sail. It's from a faraway land, and holds a memory that is close to the heart.
