Scribble: Learning to paint again...

      She carefully placed her toes onto the creaking wood, feeling the gentle waves rolling just beneath. In a single breath, her hands instinctively reached in any direction that might keep her from the chill water's embrace, as her foot crashed down onto the craft.
      “It's okay,” came a familiar voice, floating atop warm laughter. “You'll get used to it, I promise...”
      Catching the softness of her companion's eyes, she let a sigh slip away from behind her lips, corners curling into the smallest of smiles. With a deep breath, her other leg fell haphazardly into the boat, as her lithe body rocked with the rhythm of the waves.
      "Told you," came the familiar voice once more, as inviting arms wrapped around the nervous seafarer. "Now, shall we get started?"
      With a nod, the lithe young girl fell into an open seat, the wood creaking under the sudden weight. Looking out across the endless blue horizon, her squinting eyes followed wings of white, as the distant cry of gulls tugged at her ears. Far above, clouds mimicked their movements, drifting along on wings larger than the sky could hold.
      "It's beautiful here," she whispered, a gentle, crisp breeze tousling her shimmering silver locks. "Thank you for bringing me out here."
      With a smile, her companion simply tilted his head, motioning to the oar hanging idly beside her. Smiling in kind, the seafarer slipped the wood between her slender hands, as the shore started to slowly slip away...