She sat with her brown eyes cast toward the sea, the waves enticing a quick skim across the surface. The faintest breeze teased a wisp of hair from behind her ear. It smelled of summer, hot and humid, a muted sense of rest. Ripple upon ripple. Emotions stirred. She felt it building, this wave of wind, this band of energy. Her brown hair stretched across her face as the gust encompassed her entire being. The wind was here!
A brief glance at the sky and a double check of the radar later and the brown-haired brown-eyed lass lept into her dinghy to ride waves on this fine day!
Life is Sailing 
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