We pull up to a marina the sky clear with a light wind gently rocking the tied-off boats. The breeze lifts a few strands of my hair tickling them across my face. The tide quietly crashed against the boats and docks. A few birds flying about, squawking and screeching but there’s so much space it’s peaceful.
Mason leads us to an average-sized boat, smaller than I’d assumed for him. However, smaller doesn’t mean lacking. It’s beautiful with sleek lines and sharp edges. There are three levels each smaller than the last. Most of the walls are glass windows allowing me to see straight through to the sky beyond.
I’m curious to see inside, even to see what it feels like to be out on the water. Is it as amazing as I’ve imagined the wind in my hair, no one around just the sun, water, and birds? It
