Rainy summer evening

The rain-streaked dormer window in my college room, with the patterned orange curtain scrunched onto plastic cable, reminds me of being in my uncle's boat when I was little. I don't think I ever spent a night on it, but I always wanted to; it had bunks and tiny oblong portholes, and I remember it smelling cosily musty as things do when they get damp a lot, that comforting smell of camping equipment.