The players are all assembled. The instruments in tune. The first rhythmic strains appear, and the sea takes a bow to lady fair set upon the shore. Enchanted and bemused with shy gaze she offers to hand extended as the notes continue to grow. Gliding, sweeping across ocean floor, they touch, they parry, as a collection of old gulls’ squeal with delight, ah youth. Rainbow chiffon colors are lifted to crescendo’s fall, exhausted they await the next waves song. While I, the awkward schoolboy hopes to catch maiden’s eye the water dance continues; I believe I will sit this one out.