Diamonds on the water, precious and fleeting, beautifully alive. A school of shining silver fish, leaping to the surface, only to disappear again beneath the waves. Stars in the inky blue-black firmament.
Our captain cries a greeting to Jonathan Seagull, the radio app on his phone broadcasting classic rock across the water.
The sun bakes our faces, the wind is behind us, filling our sails. Floating down the creek toward the sound, the only sure signs of movement are the trees on the horizon. There are no clouds, just a blue expanse of sky, fading into white where it meets the water.
Laying on the deck, a baseball cap protecting my eyes from the sun, I say “this is perfect.” The sailboat rocks gently as the wake from a motorboat reaches us.
A bald eagle circles lazily overhead as we turn to head back. The glittering diamonds follow us all the way back to the dock.