The best part of the day usually starts when the calendar says it's over. Sunset runs. Last-minute launches. Roads that turn into sand.
Some of the best stories begin when the schedule ends.
The water was glass before sunrise. By noon the breeze was up, the tide had changed, and nobody wanted to leave.
From the water, the road, the dock, and everywhere routine stops.
Alarm before five. Boat in before sunrise. Shoreline disappearing behind us.
No reservation. No itinerary. Just enough fuel to make the afternoon disappear.
Everybody says one more. Nobody actually means one.
The sun goes down faster when you're twenty miles from the dock.
STAY FERAL. CHASE TIDES.