sunlight on my face. closed eyes, and how the entire world goes an amber-red glow.
warm summer breeze clutching and clinging to my face like a whiplash flurry of kisses on the cheek.
the smell of the open ocean in the distance, and the guttural hum of the vessel mingling with the sounds of far off bellows.
riding along the chop and currents, we're making our way to the island.