Cross-legged on the canvas,

slicing through the turquoise.

Above me, yellow and ivory sails billow.

You stand on deck,

steering with Patrick

while Lauren and I laugh and reach toward the dolphins in our wake.

Time blurs the images in my mind,

leaving them grainy

and slightly fuzzy around the edges.

When it is cold here

I long for those hot December days

of squinting in the sun.