What if I was the sailboat gliding  against your harbor? The one rocking  back and forth by your waves, the rope  tightly tied onto the mooring basking in the  sunlight. A family of barnacles stuck on the  stern.  Feeling the indents of the boats burning wheel  as it steers along your sea. The start of the  engine whirring to life—the mainsail getting  ready for its voyage. Iced cold drinks inside the  cooler waiting to be enjoyed. The smell of the  boats grill as it sizzles into your water. People  laughing and swimming—striped bass jumping  in and out of your salty waters.