Sail away

Having had such a pleasant, relaxing walk here yesterday (which the dogs thoroughly enjoyed; if their enjoyment can be measured by how much manure they rolled in, it had truly been the best walk ever), we returned to the same place hoping for more of the same (preferably minus the manure). We counted seven boats heading out to sea, two with their sails raised, and how I wished I could have been on one of them. Not to fish, I couldn't, simply to be rocked gently by the waves for a while and to forget about a hundred regrets. It was the calmest day; the water almost seemed to be rocking the boats to sleep. Whoever was out at sea at this time was very fortunate.