Outside the sky is unrelentingly blue with sorely abused shreds of cloud skating from one horizon to the other. Palm trees expose their hearts in every gust. Oak pollen and flower, brought on by the tease of spring, wedge themselves in the doors and windows, littering the floor with brown and yellow every time we open them. It seems that every bit of air up north of here is in a hurry to get to Key West. But with the wind comes the boat.

Good Omens is nearly ready, waiting only on her engine. Mark and company are packing her belly full of goodies and getting ready to send her home. In my mind's eye, I can see Mark and Stephen and all the other good folk at the yard carrying bundles between the store room and the shed, dodging piles of snow and icy puddles, preparing her for her long ride. I wonder if the river freezes. As I look out into the brilliance of another sunny Florida morning, everything still in bloom despite the chill, I begin to think that a little wind isn't such a bad thing after all.