The reflective surface of his sunglasses mirrored the surface of the sea, a glare of sun darting off the corner of it. The winds were mild, good sailing weather as the shouts of departure was echoed on the dock. There was always a fleet it seemed that saw him off, do-gooders that he employed to maintain that his yachts were well taken care of when he couldn’t make it out to clean his vessels after a particularly harsh squall that went through. He did enjoy these times where he could break away from the four walls of an office and confront the sea—one thing he could never officially control. Maybe this was what enthralled him the most.
This time, however, he had his sights on February. Her lifelong dream was to get on a boat and sail, to see for herself that the ocean and the sky can very well be linked into one ongoing continuum. She had expressed one day in that little coffee shop when he started to grow an interest in her that it was one of her fantasies. He had offered, at the time, for her to join him in sailing one of these days. Today it was going to go to fruition.
He had been wearing a casual outfit on this trip, something he could not openly dress ever so often. Just a lightweight collared shirt that set loosely on his frame unbuttoned along with white capris and loafers. Though he’d usually abandon all footwear once the ropes were untied and the boat was in possession of the sea.
He was waiting for her presence at the dockside to help her into the boat. There was a lingering thought of doubt floating in the back of his mind that she would not show up. Her fears getting the best of her and he would be forced to call the whole trip off. He had some faith though as he crossed his arms and waited while the sun poured down on him.
// @junondaisy
