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I've been busy this week neck deep in a swamp of my own making - I went off the deep end with some research into Xerox PARC, and ended up designing a programming language. Not to start the week without sharing something I think is cool, here's a flash of fiction I wrote over a decade ago. I recently stumbled over it in my archives. At the time I wrote it, I couldn't see how to continue it. Now, I simply enjoy the imagery it brings to mind as I read it. Maybe it'll do the same for you?

Sailing

You're standing on the bow of the small sailing boat. The warm summer wind rushes past your face. It's just warm enough to remind you that you're in the tropics. Any slower or warmer and it would envelope you. The spray from the ocean cools your exposed feet and legs as you relish the feel of the wet, textured deck beneath your toes. Ahead lies a beautiful green and gold island archipelago and beyond, the great wide open ocean. 

The boat draws near the beach and you look down. The water is crystal clear and you can see the fish dart about in front of the boat. Suddenly the air is too hot, almost suffocating. With a shout to the helmsman you dive into the inviting waters. The fish scatter as you slip effortlessly through the cool blue water. You surface and wipe the water from your face.  The boat is dropping anchor off the beach and it’ll be time for lunch soon.