Red Room

An hour before the sun scales the horizon I prepare to step off Ferrity, the 30 foot sailboat that I call home.  A gusty north-northwest wind pushes the thermometer’s 23 degrees into single-digit windchill.

Chesapeake Bay's normal tidal range is around two feet, but a strong, persistent, northerly wind can blow another two feet of water out of the bay.  This morning, Ferrity’s foredeck lies three feet beneath the dock.

Peace is something most of us claim to want yet thinking about it I realized the difficulty in defining peace.

My thoughts roamed across the “lack of” spectrum – lack of anxiety, of war, danger, strife, and fear.