One inevitable consequence of this is a that we each have several internal clocks, timed to the rhythms of the Earth:
Instead of dropping leaves, people living aboard flag the end of season in different ways:
- Dock lines get doubled up
- Extra fenders get hung
- If the boat has full canvas, the whole enclosure is put up and zipped tight
- Whole-boat canvas covers appear
- Sails may disappear into storage
- Dinghies get picked up and stored out of the water in various ways
- Long neglected, once again, attention returns to deck leaks, and solving them
- We never see our neighbors - there is no one sitting on their bow or stern (perhaps with an adult beverage) to say "Hi" to or to get a quick update on their status - where were they last weekend, where are they going the coming weekend, what projects are they working on. Instead people walk down the dock, huddled against the rain and cold and and waste no time in getting down below into their own little bubbles of warmth and light.
When it goes, winter is surely close at hand.
It goes this weekend.