Summer haze greys the sky over the slate green water. The sunset colors, muted bands of red and purple, green and gold, arc across the horizon and shade into a smoky grey sky the same color as my love’s eyes. The brisk wind pushes the single sail and our small boat skims the waves. I shiver as the sun sinks. My love pulls me into his arms. Warmth, a hand on my shoulder; I turn my face up to him. Sweet lips meet mine. The frantic luff of the sail breaks our concentration.

“We may kiss, but you must steer.”