They’d been sailing for several hours when a sudden calm struck. The waters were placid. It happened but it was annoying since they’d been looking forward to sailing the coastline for weeks and finally their schedules aligned, and they quickly took the opportunity provided. Not that it didn’t make for a beautiful scene, it was indeed idyllic.
Dan got out his fishing gear. “Might as well make the most of it.” He grinned with delight, almost as if he’d planned this. Annie retrieved a book from her oversized bag and settled back to read. Fine, I thought. I’ll sketch. Come to think of it, I hadn’t bothered to sketch “doodle” as I called it, in months.
Time passed without notice and it was starting to cool down by the time any of us noticed how late it was. Otherwise engaged in delightful pursuits we hadn’t paid much attention. Not that it mattered, we did have an outboard motor to rely on. I glanced at the others who were engrossed in their activities and pondered.
Life could through you a delightful curve ball every now and again, and this outing had turned into a completely unplanned but very pleasant occasion and even more pleasant memory. Not that we conversed much, we hadn’t. We’d silently enjoyed each other’s company without saying much and yet as our glances locked and we smiled, it was obvious we all felt the same way. Who knew?