A wake like a smile, yes, some boats are like this, sending up a joyous spray of white as they slice through the blue sea. Turned up bow in the front and a happy rooster tail behind — oh what a joy to be on the open sea on a hot afternoon. The sea spray, the frisky winds—all this for those who choose to be seafaring.
Meanwhile, we landlubbers clamor over one another on the beaches, fret over what swim suit to wear, which beach the cleanest water, fewest people. Just pay your money, rent or buy a boat, learn the ways and rules of the sea and this splendor can be yours. I am ready.