From the confines of my living room, occasionally I was able to spot some sails bracing the high winds, sailing across the Hoe. It didn't matter which direction the wind was howling from. The sails were able to bend it to the ship master's will and send the vessel on its predetermined course.
Seeing them in the sails reminded me of times when I had the sea breeze running through my hair and brushing against my face. Those were the few occasions when I went fishing with my Dad, nice. Though in the end it left me with dehydrated skin, which pained as I squinted my eyes, it turned out to be memorable.
On a fine weekend afternoon, with the sun high up and the clouds out of sight, many more can be spotted, clustering the watery space with their white sails. These are some of the sights which I behold on weekend afternoons, taking them in as the little things of life here, away from home.
Seeing them in the sails reminded me of times when I had the sea breeze running through my hair and brushing against my face. Those were the few occasions when I went fishing with my Dad, nice. Though in the end it left me with dehydrated skin, which pained as I squinted my eyes, it turned out to be memorable.
On a fine weekend afternoon, with the sun high up and the clouds out of sight, many more can be spotted, clustering the watery space with their white sails. These are some of the sights which I behold on weekend afternoons, taking them in as the little things of life here, away from home.
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I think the most important sentence in the post is "away from home".... XD
Only the clear-minded can see through the jumble of words.
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