...berthed in Red Hook yesterday, and stumbled upon, as we walked south.
No one was there. Most of the crew and all the passengers were aboard. A young brother and sister bidding each other farewell. He, fond (That's my sister! he said, as he asked us to take pictures of them), she, distracted and late and on her way to crew. He, excited (very) for her.
Lots of Queen Anne's Lace between the parking lot tarmac and the briny green water of New York Harbor.
We walked five minutes more to Valentino Pier, after learning that she would sail at 5pm. There we awaited for 40 minutes before giving up and heading south to Fairway, for some supper things. I left Vince at the park on the water while I shopped, in case she passed. When I returned with bags full of miso and tofu and lamb sausage and Spanish cheese, there she was, big as city blocks, sailing past - late! - in the bright 6 o' clock sunlight. God Save the Queen reached us across the glittering water, soon followed by, Start spreading the news, I'm leaving today, I'm going to be a part of it: New York, New Yoooooooork...