I always used to love going down to the marina. There is something great about being able to walk along the docks. There’s always the salty scent of the bay and the call of a seagull from on top of a pier. It reminds me of my childhood, when my sister and I would walk along the docks, waiting for our dad to be ready to take the boat out.
We would always read the boat names. Some of them were funny, others were serious. Sometimes we would run into other people, working on their boats. They’d be busy mixing Evinrude outboard oil or painting some part of their sailboat. The people were always friendly. They’d often say hello. It was peaceful out in the marina.