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

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