It was a Friday afternoon, not long after the kids had started the
new school year, when my wife suggested we take an evening cruise. We texted our
friends, and they were in for a spin.
We met on the water a couple hours later and motored up the James River, not
far from where it empties into Chesapeake Bay. We chose a spot off the windward
shore of the river and tied up together for a long drift. The kids swam in the chilly
water, we shared a meal, then we chatted as the sun sank behind the trees and the
sky went from blue to yellow to orange.
Later, the lights of the city behind us were starting to twinkle when we separated
and started the downriver putter back home in the fast-approaching darkness. The
kids in the bow were shouting out warnings about crab-pot buoys and channel markers. By the time we made it to the dock behind the house it was almost dark, but I
could still see the sun setting over the river as we drifted.
MATTHEW THOMAS, Virginia
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