I had a dream last night about my ride on the Hindu in Provincetown. I remember the moment of sunset, when the sun dipped behind the clouds for the last time, and the sky seemed to explode like a burst of fireworks as the last  night reflected off of the clouds out off of the ocean. Then when I woke up I came down to look at my photos and I saw that it was not a dream, it was what I saw that night, out on the water, moving quietly and peacefully through the natural world, free of interruptions and distractions. How nice when dreams are real.