Teamwork

always on the edge of things tentatively trying to feel the ecstasy without getting hurt, To feel the wind caress the cheek as it pushes the mains'l shoreward. Knuckles whiten and freeze in her icy grip holding and pushing the tiller against her steady pressure. One side of the keel bubbles it's length as runnels feed air to slip the sloop across the surface tension. Ahead a line is let out a touch to further shape the sail for maximum lift. Then the spinnaker runs up the mast filling as it rises to snap and lift the bow above the cresting wave. She steps up to plane and slldes a touch before the rudder resets. And all this constant motion is as automatic to the two as walking arm in arm. One full hour at sea, each lost in thought, not a word spoken since loosing the mooring line. There's nothing to say. It's all been said before. Fate has stepped in and cut them loose. The moon redder than her anger now is filling the horizon to port. They both stare at it.
Slowly they turn into the wind, rolling and luffing now as the sails slacken. She catches his eye and slithers over into the comfort of the aft seat beside him. It's the one piece of luxury he's allowed in his design for utilitarian efficiency. Still no words spoken, but this is different. No words are needed. Her chin tips up as she nestles into his arms, and they kiss with the easy familiarity of life long lovers. This is not the first fight they have had, and it will not be the last.

Reviews

[Brette Medb]

I absolutely loved this! It was so melodic and mezmirizing. I loved the way it flowed and I could hear every noise and the feel the cool air. Great write!


Brette