Cliff proudly placed his completed model ship in the nursing home window. A breeze filled the white cloth sails. He smiled at the quiet onlookers hoping they might marvel that such a stately ship had once sailed free and unbound. That they might imagine the steady wind that powered it to Zanzibar, Calcutta, and Dakar, ports like nets to catch youthful dreams.
A man in a wheelchair remembered his childhood fantasy of being a swashbuckling Errol Flynn. A widow in a housecoat remembered a long ago sail with her husband. Another man dropped his final solitaire card and started another game.