Azure is the sky.

The sun drifting behind

the mountains.

The breeze is warm,

soft, and light.

A perfect summer evening

on the Puget Sound.

The sailboat glides swiftly

and gracefully

through the water.

Alone and free

to go wherever

the breeze decides.

Evenings as these,

the cruel, strong,

and treacherous sea

is a distant memory.

For tonight, she

giggles.

The water rippling

along the sides of the

sailboat.

The breeze has carried me

away from shore.

The sun has slipped

behind the mountains,

out of sight.

Stars appear

one by one.

The moon replaces

the sun.

Moonbeams

play on the water,

softly dancing

celebrating the night.

The sails glow

The stars twinkle

The breeze softly calls…