Water Breeze

The other night, while sailing through these streets on our bikes, I told Jason, "This is a water breeze." Wind that's here because we're by the water and that reminds me of many bodies of water I've sat by. Caye Caulker in Belize with sticky salty skin, Canon Beach in Portland with heavy misty fog and underneath the trees at Lake Champlain. I love the wind that comes in and takes over everything, moving every square inch. It makes me feel at ease even with the power beneath it. Of course, I'm loving it up like this and making up words for the moment and Jason says something like...."No, you didn't just coin a term, you just put two commonly used conjunctives together." Gee, way to be a buzz kill.