The morning in Fort Lauderdale shed its nighttime heat and ambiguity, leaving the air fresh as if washed by the sea, tinged with a slight chill.
The joggers passed him by, nodding amicably, and the engines of early-rising fishermen's boats made a sputtering sound, breaking the tranquility of the canal.
Following the navigation's guidance, he reached the destination; Blue Water Sailing Academy had neither a grand gate nor extravagant signage.
Its entrance was merely a simple ramp leading to a floating dock, beside which stood a weathered wooden sign, hand-painted with somewhat faded white paint reading "Blue Water Sailing Academy," with a simple anchor design below.
This presents a stark contrast to the reputation it enjoys within the entire South Florida yachting circle.
Expensive and luxurious decor in this high-salt, high-humidity, intense sunshine environment is costly to maintain and utterly meaningless.
