The charm of a single summer day on the water is something impossible to express, never to be forgotten. A place where heaven and earth take such luminosity. There is something vital, holy, pantheistic and reverential. The mind asks if what the eye beholds is not divine indeed, the infinite breath, the great blue soul of the unknown. Caressingly, the infinite blue grows upon you: in time and space you begin to dream with open eyes–to drift into delicious oblivion–to forget the past, present, the substantial–to comprehend nothing but the existence of that infinite blue into which you wish to melt utterly away forever.