Happiness

Happiness is ghosting along in the dark, the boat barely moving in the zephyrs, wondering if you’ll have enough speed to fetch the mooring if you can even get to it. And you can’t quite bring yourself to curse the engine that once again won’t start, because it is such a lovely evening, such a beautiful boat, all is perfect, enjoy, contemplate, and scull, scull, scull!

Happiness is sitting on the back deck wondering what to do with yourself when suddenly a load of your friends swarm down the dock, bearing food and drink.

Happiness is being moored up in your favorite cove with your favorite friends watching a brilliant sunset while eating delicious fresh fish chowder.

Happiness is sitting in a cozy warm house on a chilly pouring rain day, with a big floppy dog flinging toys onto your lap, and a cat who keeps insisting that if you would only wise up and open the correct door, it wouldn’t be raining outside that one!

Happiness is making good money in very few hours.
Happiness is enjoying most of the work you do.

Happiness is having bags of time to spend doing important things: Staring out your very own shop window at the boats, loving the fact that there isn't one deflatable nor outboard among the dinghies at the dock, sailing, hiking, biking, swimming, kayaking, rowing, sun worshipping, exploring socializing singing dancing loving every minute of it. Even the beach traffic full of New Jerksey drivers.

Happiness is summer in New England.