Every day. Even on Sundays. I paddle out to the sailboats parked just off shore. I take them to and from so they can shop and eat and gaze at the colorful storefronts. It’s not that I mind the work, in fact, I’m grateful to have a job at all in these times. But I’m just waiting for the day when there just may be no sailboats anchored down, no people to ferry back to shore. Because one day I’d like to know I could just row out in this tiny wooden boat and just keep going.
