Sitting back in my wicker deck chair, looking over the aft balcony watching the sun set in a blaze of glory, the ghost trail of our wake confirms our removal from the hustle and bustle of the rest of the world - a one-way trail, taking us ever further from the stress and schedule and duty; always hinting from whence we came but always receding further away, a ghostly ribbon of the road traveled. Problems and troubles both missed the boat...they watch from the dock as me & calm sail off together.