The Atlantic's blue face stretches out beneath them, and as they climb Nantucket becomes smaller and smaller, a smooth-edged arrowhead piercing the water. The southern coast of the Vineyard is a gentle sine wave or a whale’s back where it curves into Nantucket, and the Cape hooks its talon around the bowl of the horizon. Boats draw their wake, fine white penlines across water that reflects the perfect blue of the sky, and the control tower chatter in John's ear tells him of planes in the far clouds, going places.
So lovely. I adored everything with John and Rodney, of course, but this paragraph was just perfect and had me yearning for the sky, too.
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The Atlantic's blue face stretches out beneath them, and as they climb Nantucket becomes smaller and smaller, a smooth-edged arrowhead piercing the water. The southern coast of the Vineyard is a gentle sine wave or a whale’s back where it curves into Nantucket, and the Cape hooks its talon around the bowl of the horizon. Boats draw their wake, fine white penlines across water that reflects the perfect blue of the sky, and the control tower chatter in John's ear tells him of planes in the far clouds, going places.
So lovely. I adored everything with John and Rodney, of course, but this paragraph was just perfect and had me yearning for the sky, too.