Oh, the sailboat is moving. It is the trimaran. It comes across the bay like a friendly Klingong spaceship. It moves effortlessly and soundlessly for me. No sails are up. It is motoring and leaving a wide V. Now, 16 pelicans in a long line, swoop by. I try and count them, and again see, some are reflections. Perhaps, there are twelve. The gull has an oyster, mussel, or clam shell and is dropping it to open it, and now, is eating away. I never thought I would enjoy fish for breakfast, but perhaps here. There is no poverty here, and soon, thanks to Muhammad Yunnus, no poverty in the world.
Celebrate what one person can do. It brings a smile to the face, a huge wake that is now floating my way.
