It's 2:42pm on December 30, 2010.
Sunshine is filtering in through the slats in the blinds making me squint at my computer. I look outside our den above the lemon tree, into the bluest winter sky in search of clouds. Not a single, solitary little wisp of anything to blur the lines between this year and the next. I climb the imaginary mast above my house and see clear sailing towards new adventures on the horizon. Again, I'm squinting from the sun now spreading like golden vapor across my cheeks. Follow me it says, follow your dreams. A wave might crash over the railing, the pitch of the sea might sway my countenance from glee to one of serious determination, but I will continue my journey, through windy, ice-laden seas, towards my personal goals that wait on rocky coastlines, through narrow straits, crying and calling my name.
It's 3:12pm now and the sun has dipped below the house next door. The high temperature is 58 degrees today with a low tonight of 35. Our lemon tree won't be very happy. I see it starting to dance in the breeze, I hear the chirping of the desert birds and I climb down from my imaginary station and realize I have but one day to prepare.
3:25pm-The last entry into the ship's log before I board, before we depart:
Hoping for calm, satin-like waters to carry us on into the harbor of our tomorrows.