Sunset Point

Skipping along the water,
Skimming the surface,
The woosh of air streaming past my ears,
The faint sound of music
In my head.
The hum of the motor,
The thump of aluminum,
The chill of late summer morning,
Mist on the lake.
This is the glad memory
Of days gone by
Being with loved ones
Passing the time
Forgetting worries.