As we motored out the Pentwater channel, fishing boats and speed boats passed us coming in. Every time I waved at the helmsperson, I received a wave. Some were energetic, some lethargic. I also waved at people standing on the channel boardwalk. A fisherman waved back. A skateboarder waved back. Farther out, I waved at a white-haired couple. No wave in return. The eldery gentleman turned to his partner. A short consultation. Then he waved at me. I wonder what she said to him. Just then a power boat sped in. Mark was on deck removing our sail cover. To warn him our boat would start rocking, I yelled, "wave." He raised his hand and waved.
I like the waving and the waves.