Blew out the jib in a mean squall, bulging and tattered on the furler now. She's in a temper today; howling thirties with the rigging moaning, horizontal rain, froth careening over the bow. Swells seething and punching skyward with slivered peaks like teal glass to remind me with that color that she is still capable of serenity, still beautiful in a rage.

Last year I made an extremely difficult decision: I left a four-year relationship with a man and a seven-year relationship with a lifestyle….