We clear the jetties with a gentle westerly filling the main a few minutes before sunset. At twilight in mid summer on Lake Ontario, July's brilliance softens. The sun's reflected glitter mellows into a brassy gleam, then into a wavery golden glow as it lowers.
Summer evenings linger long and leisurely while under sail.
We reach silently across the water. We are a mile offshore when the cherry red orb dips under the horizon. We slip slowly along. Our yacht rides that interface between air and water so filled with life and activity. It's the edge, changing, alive, remote in the distance, accessible only to those who sail.