Barbara Chase

Evening sail 

      
A brown hulled boat moves fast through gentle swells. White water splashes against the hull. Far out, small waves break on themselves.

White sails, reefed for control, shift briefly against strong winds. Two men, the crew, watch the sails, watch the wind on the water, alert for change. Red jackets, wet from spray, gleam in the evening sun.

Across the bay, the hills are dark. In places, the sea is almost purple.