Peering over a dirt embankment, viewing down to gray water and a gray beach was a little sailboat up against the beach and tipped at a steep angle. It was truly stormy last night the winds were very strong so I guessed that this person's real boat, not metaphorical somehow became unanchored and blew into the beach. Something that pretty much can happen to people I guess for many reasons maybe a person no longer has the anchor whatever that is (money, marrage, family, job, health, sanity) and then any form of storm can carry the vessel to a place where it doesn't belong or should not be or will sustain damage.
I go on these walks for exercise or to burn time avoiding a person or some such thing. This morning I was avoiding the schizoid roommate in the kitchen. I usually make coffee in the morning but didn't want to occupy any sort of communal space with this person and being pissed off that I should have to do so...... so alternatively just went for a walk and noticed the little sail boat.