Well, what was gone has returned! The prodigal hour of daylight is back in the fold, and there is now time for a brisk sail or to motor across to Port Madison in the evening.
And in an amazing bit of synchronicity and homonymity (I just made that up), the threat of the worst of the winter storms is over, so we can single up the spring lines that were doubled last fall.
These two changes spark a subtle adjustment in me. I don't suppose it's visible on the outside, but in a shifting of mental framework, I no longer see Eolian as the teak-lined apartment that has housed us thru the winter. She is returned to being a boat.