The sails gently pulled us along under sunny Caribbean skies. The piercing blue of the ocean was almost indistinguishable from the heavens above.
Always one to be absolutely in the moment, Jim nevertheless took nothing for granted.
“June, too soon,” he laughingly told me. “July, stand by.”
I looked quizzically at him.
He continued, “August, I must. September, remember.” He finished with, “October, it’s over.”
“What’s that all about?” I asked.
“Hurricanes. As gorgeous as this day is, we still have to think about where we’re heading. When hurricane season hits, we want to be sure of a safe harbor.”
Jim’s words in the drabble above are a rendition of the old sailor’s adage regarding hurricanes. Apparently, it is based on the “Mariner’s Poem on Hurricanes,” found in the book Weather Lore by Richard Inwards, 1898, which goes:
June too soon.
August look out you must.
October all over.