Down On The Bay

You see a lot of things down on the bay. The way the sunlight shines on the water- glistening – so it appears as if there are crystals or diamonds lying beneath the surface, catching the light.

People, dogs, picnics, tricycles, bicycles.

The way cormorants dive straight down until all that remains is the thinnest edge of their black, glossy tail feathers and their little orange feet.

Footballs, frisbees, cockatoos, runners, sunners.

You see lots of things down on the bay. But you don’t always see romance.  So when you do  – a little touch of it –  it is a  love song on the water. A poem.

He took her from his sailboat moored right in the middle of the bay,  his little runabout powering through the water. She stood up, balancing like a tightrope walker and they laughed as the weight of the waves made her teeter.

She stood in the boat, laughing, navigating, looking for home. He was quiet, missing her already. At the shore they kissed, he clinging to her longer than she clung to him – gently – trying not to sway the boat.

She jumped onto the wet sand – elegant, effortless as a gull segueing from water to dry land. She waved, her laugh tinkling like the crystals in the water.

The sun soared, turning sails and decks and rigging a hundred hues of yellow. He watched as she walked along the path to the road, then returned to his sailboat, aglow with afternoon light; alone.

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Geraldine is hosting a contest for the month of July over at her blog Take A Happy Break. She has some lovely prizes including earrings and her own wonderful vegetarian cooking book (I know it’s good because I have a copy.)

All you have to do is sum up your definition of happiness in one sentence. So why not give it a go? You’ve got to be in it to win it. I know Geraldine would love to see you there.