Smoke Long Stories

Shape (Day 139: 25/03/13)

Bruce calls me to the stern of the boat, right behind the cockpit. I stand beside him and he aligns me with the boom and points up. I’m looking at the mainsail.

“You see that… that is how you want a sail to look.”

He traces its shape with his pointer finger and then looks at me with a stupid little grin.

“Now that is art.”

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