Sunrise, Sunset

Meeks Patch    

The alarm was set this morning to get me out of bed in the dark. I made my way to the pilothouse and opened the doors. For a pleasant change the wind was low. I joined the livestream of the 253rd annual sunrise service from Old Salem in Winston-Salem, NC, and settled in for the next hour. In the dark, the preacher proclaimed, "The Lord Is Risen." Without need for an ode, I responded, "The Lord Is Risen, Indeed." That's just part of my Easter tradition. I watched as the dawn brightened simultaneously in North Carolina and through the windshield of Crossroads. The announcer on the livestream stated, "this is not a service you come to see, but come to experience." I agree and can apply that statement to many other events and sights.  

I mentioned last week that I had a little stash of items brought along for special occasions. I had pulled out the crinkle toys for when The Boyz came to visit. I also pulled out the plastic Easter eggs and my Snoopy Easter shirt. Although on most days it is "Better in the Bahamas," I do miss being home for Easter. Barry was a good sport and hid the eggs. I was sent out to collect them -- in my mesh shell bag. The wind increased throughout the afternoon and we again spent the day onboard. I finished another book (my 17th) and moved on to the next. The number of unread titles in my library is quickly dwindling and I pulled out one that I'd been putting off. The print is so small it requires me to wear alternate sunglasses complete with readers. Ugghh. The hours passed quickly and soon the day was down to the last few minutes of light. I sat on the flybridge and "experienced" the sunset to properly bookend a Happy Easter.