I essentially grew up on a sailboat. My dad has owned one my entire life & every Sunday (and now, too!) you'd find him, my sister & I out on the ocean. The man never misses a Sunday. It's literally his favorite place in the world. Even if it's windy, you'll still find him puttering around on his boat on a Sunday, or taking it out for a nice sunset cruise through the harbor. So you'll understand his excitement when my adopted (uncle? cousin?) took us out on his sailboat for the day in Maine (Atlantic Ocean! Same as the Pacific, as it turns out). We sailed out of Freeport and weaved our ways through the little islands (I'd probably sell my soul to live on one of those; they're my favorites! Proof: Peaks Island). The smell of salt & the sound of the seagulls screaming overhead & the wind blowing in my face brought me back to being 5 years old - as did the sight of my dad happily captaining the boat. In the middle of winter, we all need a reminder of what summer looks like :). Here's to living vicariously through photos!