Every now and then a 2-hour sail proves so noteworthy that I have to write about it. Such is what happened last night. There were six of us plus Mark out on a moonlight sail. We headed out just as the sun was dropping below the horizon and the pinky moon was rising ahead of us, with its moonshadow on the water. It looked to be glassy calm but, away from shore, a little breeze picked up and we sailed gently along the entire way.
First, the colors. Lake Superior colors are difficult to describe for those who have never been here. The combination of water and sky and shoreline, the effect of clouds, waves, air pockets, and wind, make for a kaleidoscope that never stops changing. Tonight the sky and water were indistinguishable at first--a silver/blue/gray/pink blend, the water almost oily, the sky almost wet. Then, as dark descended, the blues turned almost purple, the orange sunset faded to black, and the pink-turned-yellow moon turned everything greenish purplish bluish as the moonshadow turned the water to golden ripples. I guess I need a paintbrush because I obviously don't do it justice. But it transformed the night, and we were immersed. The distant blinking lights of Duluth were the only reminder that 100,000 people are descending on the corner of Lake Superior this weekend to enjoy the tall ships, one of whom we saw sailing down there as we headed out.
Best of all was the delightful sphere that Julie and Craig brought to the scene. Craig had lost his wedding ring, and Julie surprised him with a new, identical one. Mark got to play officiator in this mini-ceremony (he is a Captain, legally able to officiate at weddings 5+ miles offshore). He read a piece to them and offered his own short quote from the 23rd Psalm which we had at our wedding "He leads us beside the still waters; He restores my soul." Since I lost my (first) wedding ring swimming in Thistledew Lake about a month after our wedding, I felt like I belonged too.
Sometimes I wonder why we don't take the time to treat each other like gold more often. We are, after all, priceless to one another. Thanks to Julie and Craig for bringing us into their hearts for that short time. The waves that rippled off our boat will continue to spread, as will the peace from this beautiful evening. And now, if someone wants to get married on Amicus II, Mark will have had a little practice!