I drew in the sail a curtain trailing rolling it till it fit neatly in its bag and started the engine. It was a fair night light chop, nothing to frighten someone watching the stars and the mast lights or the darkness of land beyond. After we got there who could say? It wasn't an important ending it always ends that way and for much the same reason. Then in its slip it was mere fiberglass and wood not the stuff of stars and unending dreams. It was left back there and neglected. Slipping over the side I would see another point of view, you looking about and not finding me. --- This email has been checked for viruses by Avast antivirus software. http://www.avast.com