The wind fills the sails. The sleek, fiberglass hull slices through Levitt Bay water. A soft woosh of a wake, as I speed along in a sunfish. The tiller in one hand, the line to the sail in another, as I adjust course.
The utter joy of my first time sailing. A pleasure I haven’t reexperienced in so many years.
the rippling sunlight
on the lake
for dVerse Poets’ Tuesday Poetics: Come sail (pubtended by Sarah Southwest)
The pub is open! Come join us!