Tall View

On Saturdays, white sails dance swiftly across the shifting grey bay. Imagine the clean commands. Square the sail! Hold the line! Quick feet across each deck and coordinated movements allow the boat to glide through crisp waters in perfect balance. Around calm little islands. Disappearing beyond the faint Bay Bridge. The sun falls and it is time for the sail to float off to port. The water is darker now. And lonely. Starboard, her city waits. The fog moves in and crouches, revealing only the tips of great skyscrapers.