Bay By Moonlight

Sailing all day. 30 knot winds. White knuckles. It's dark now and the city admires itself in the reflection of the Bay. The wind is falling, the waves roll calmly under our stern. Sun-beaten and wind-worn, we think of warm soup ... hot showers ... the sleep of the dead.

The bouncing moon rises over the hills and shines a path home. Red and green road signs flicker in the distance. I reflect on how I should be doing this every day of my life.
hellosailor hellosailor
36-40, M
1 Response Oct 6, 2006

You and me both BUDDY!<br />
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