The sound of water and hull, a warm kiss from the autumn sun on my lips as the wind whispers in my ears. This close reach and the rhythmic beat of hull and wave, the aerodynamic call of the sails and response from the keel.
I hold her hands, tiller and sheet, she lets me lead, though I know that she is the better dancer. I can see people watching us from shore as we waltz. The water is our ballroom and the wind, our music.
My sailboat, she is a lady, the prettiest girl at the dance and in this moment, she loves me and I am in love.
Sail well…
Stephen
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