a summer's day

it was in august, we made an early start, driving down to the coast on bendy little roads and a fair bit of motorway. after searching around the old port for the boat shed, finally ringing the bell of a house in town, the only address we had - the private quarters of the captain, it turned out -, we were directed by a dignified lady in rollers to the end of the dock, where the boat was waiting. it was the summer, where, for the first time in my life, i rode in a convertible, and, for the first time in my life, i went to sea on a motor boat. a riva. it was one of the best days. in the evening, we sat by the pool, in the sun. then had an apéro. and later dinner.