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.