Not onto my boat, into my boat.
Here in the Pacific Northwest we are blessed this time of year with unbelievable sunsets. The breezes are still cold, the low pressure systems still influence all the weather is and does. Moisture leaden air pushes ashore, building massive formations, lifting the clouds so high it's hard to comprehend.
When I step aboard, whatever I'm carrying is set aside and I just sit down in the cockpit, taking a deep breath. My mind calms as I watch the changing sky. I can think clearer here and there is time to think. How often we forget to do that.
It's cold and I zip up my jacket, hands dig deep into pockets while the sky tries to teach me different colors.
My cheeks are getting cold but I can't make my way inside. Not yet. The sky still has dark purples edging on cobalt blacks to tease the patient watcher. I try and let the moment stand. I don't rush it. I'll know when to go in. Then there it is, nature has given a curtain call. The evening becomes black gray gray. Time to move inside where it’s warm and dry.
I always thought it a little silly when someone talked of spending time to watch a sunset. I think I'm beginning to understand. My time reference changes when on my little sailboat and it's ok to just watch the sky.