Dreamt of the colors of the changing sea

[sovay]

This afternoon, chriscrick took me and hans_the_bold out sailing on the Long Island Sound. We worked the jib; he had the mainsail and steered. The sky was summer-swimming blue and the wind was steady, and the sea was sunlit green and there were seals on the rocks. Drifts of rust-colored seaweed floated past in the water. There is salt crystallized in my hair and my right hand is blistered; I went barefoot until we got back to campus, and my corduroys are soaked through at the knees. I am much, much better.

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[hans-the-bold.livejournal.com]

There's nothing like the spray of the sea in your hair and against your skin. It reminds you that you live.

It was wonderful.