Sherbet skies

We sail on a jaunt into sherbet skies.
The water is gold, the wind is light.
The sky changes color and charms our eyes.
The light is gold sliding into the night.
The boat glides through the water with gentle ease.
Light hand on the tiller, our wake lights up.
We pass peaches and cherries and crackers and brie,
pour tea into each other’s cups.
It’s cooling off so we sit very close.
Phosphorescent creatures trail behind.
Warming each other as we steer the boat.
Darkness falls and we don’t mind.
The sherbet skies call us out to roam
But we are ready to come about towards home.

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For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: jaunt.

Hoping for more peace and tolerance on Juneteenth.

Mica

I found this rock on Marrowstone Island, last week. All of the rocks are bright in the sun, especially right after the tide washes over them, but this one stands out.

The surface has layers and layers of mica. Apparently there are 57 different mica minerals, here, so I am not enough of an expert to know which it is. I can see the layers of flakes of mica. This is a beautiful rock.

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: grasp.