If Y161 had a secret, it was that marinas are less about boats and more about the way communities shape themselves around edges—where land concedes to water and people, in turn, learn to soften boundaries. The marina was a place for practice: practicing patience waiting for wind, practicing kindness in small favors, practicing the art of paying attention so the weathered things of life—friendship, memory, the peculiar loyalty to a place—aren’t lost to hurry.