“Mare’s tails…


…and mackeral scales







…make tall ships carry low sails”

(reefed main and partly furled genoa = comfortable on a day such as this)




“Mackerel in the sky,

three days dry”…


…so far that appears to be true.
But with the feel of the water,
the chill in the air
and the look of the sky…
it no longer seems like summer.