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June 21, 2008
SOLSTICE
Just past 8:00 a.m. by the Colgate Clock, across the Hudson in Jersey City, easily readable because the octogenarian timepiece is fifty feet in diameter.

This morning, on the first full day of summer, the river is glassy, quiescent, dimpled like cellulite. Its pattern is deceptively simple, etched with thumbprint whorls and nearly invisible rings that come and go, imminent and transcendent, from surfacing fish or unseen insects or something else.

In the distance: a barge with a tug, like a nuzzling cow and calf.

At the North Cove marina, the Ventura is about to leave for a trip up the Hudson, to Tarrytown. On the floating gangway, Patrick (“Captain Pat”) Harris, the owner of the sloop, comes over to pet the dogs.

He says people can bring their pets for a sail anytime, for an extra dollar each (www.sailnewyork.com, 212-786-1204). Why leave the family at home? he smiles. With all his passengers aboard, he returns to the yacht and the boat casts off.

As the Ventura slides out of the marina, a mate at the bow blows on a conch, the most archangelic sound.
Posted by Jane on June 21, 2008 11:38 AM


