On her way to the store, she picked up her pace as the wind was nice and cool. A cool breeze with sudden gusts blew her hair in her face. As she gathered the strands to braid as she continued walking along the boulevard;, the sound of the leaves rustling and that cloudy sky brought her back to long ago, sailing at Lake Champlain at Venise-en-Québec.
The family had had good times there. The children were three and five and brave little sailors on the catamaran. First weekend of September, Labour Day weekend there were about a hundred catamarans lined up for the two day race…she was not quite as brave then…she preferred to watch rather than compete. A few times, she would back out at the last minute knowing she did have the endurance to stay on the waters, rain or shine 8 hours at a time with risks of cold windy days.
choppy waters
divine levetation
cat rock ‘n rolls
© Tournesol ’15
Tournesol dans un Jardin 
great life in this haibun. Ah the spray in one’s face as with the sea she chose to race.
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YES! the spray on your face on trapeze feels like flying!
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Sounds like great days on the water 🙂
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They are as long as there are no gusts 🙂
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