Snapshot

As I sat on the sailboat’s deck, my eyes fixed on the horizon where the ocean’s deep blue met the sky. My husband, the captain, was at the helm, guiding the boat with a steady hand while our young son cuddled in my arms inside my jacket, accompanied by the sounds of the wind and waves. The Florida Keyes were never so beautiful.

As we sailed, my attention was caught by a red rope dangling from a nearby halyard. It swayed gently in the breeze, its vibrant color striking against the backdrop of the deep blue sky. The sun caught a portion of the rope, lighting it up like a beacon, a moment of brilliance suspended in time. I quickly snapped a photo, capturing the scene just as it was — simple yet profoundly beautiful.

That evening, as we anchored near a quiet cove, the sounds of nature surrounded us. Our small family had dinner under the stars, sharing stories and dreams. I felt a sense of completeness, a deep contentment in those shared moments.

Years passed, and life’s currents took the captain and me in different directions. We divorced, each finding our paths on separate journeys. Our son drifted away on his life’s callings. Despite these changes, I held onto that photo from our sailboat adventure. It remained a cherished memory, a snapshot of when life felt vibrant and serene.

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it is the smallest
most vibrant moments that leave
lasting impressions

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