As the morning sun rises over the anchorage, Dark Angel’s interior is veiled with an unexpected guest—mold causing condensation. The boat’s exterior bears the telltale signs of condensation, while inside, cold and dampness cling to the walls, creating an unwelcome chill. The floors, once a comforting surface, now feel like frozen tiles underfoot.
In a hurried attempt to combat the uncharacteristic cold, boat owners like myself are rummaging through storage to retrieve forgotten treasures—Canadian clothes carefully stowed away for a different climate. Long johns, thick socks, and cozy sweaters become essential layers within the confines of the boat’s unheated interior. As I navigate the transformed living space of Dark Angel, a wave of nostalgia for warmer days in the Bahamas washes over me. The contrast between the freezing boat and the memories of sun-soaked adventures intensifies the longing for the familiar embrace of tropical weather.
Winter in Florida, it seems, has a way of reshaping expectations and inspiring a yearning for the warmth we often take for granted.
