The boat races across the water, the motor buzzing relentlessly. The nose bounces up and down across the heaving waves, forcing the passengers to cling onto the metal rails for dear life. But they love it. Sunshine splashes on the pristine blue of the water and everything is right in the world.
The rushing wind throws the passengers' hair out of control and whips sweet sea spray into their faces. Later, they might complain about the sticky white salt that still clings to their skin. But right now, they scream with approval and their brains scream with delight.
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Where the water flows across so many well-worn cobblestones
1 comment:
my brain is screaming with delight.
i love boats.
and hanging on for dear life.
i tend to do that a lot.
metaphorically and literally.
:)
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