My wife and I had a lovely view overlooking the Charles River in Boston, Massachusetts. I chuckled when I saw this lone sailboat with the white sail when all the others were red. I’m sure the colors had some meaning, but I wasn’t able to discover what it was.
Being different is really insignificant. Regardless of the sails’ color, they still got the sailors where they want to be.
© Bruce Stambaugh 2025
Roadkill Crossing 
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