Wind

There we sat, gently rocking in the middle of the lake. The same rocking motion we'd been experiencing for the last hour and a half. The waves gently rocking the boat back and forth. We almost forgot that we were there to be sailing and not just to shoot the breeze. The boat rotated slowly in circles during that time as power boats past us, their waves pushing us this way and that.
With only the slightest warning, the wind picked up, filling the sails, and propelling us forward. We pulled the sails in tight and headed up to close hauled. We were flying. Our sudden speed was a remarkable contrast to the stillness of the last hour an a half. We gathered speed, tacked and milked the wind and the sun for the last half hour of sailing for today.

Although short, it was a good evening of sailing.