Like a pink petal which draws the honey bee to nectar, so the concrete pilings bring the captain to the center of the passage. We approach simultaneously: train, water, boat and clouds.
Wind, current, double containers. All come together at this intersection.
We shoot through the narrow way.
The clacking, metal on metal, is overpowered by waves and Evinrude.
On the other side, spring, sunshine, freedom.