Amidst the vast ocean blue, a tiny friend in view. Not a mountain, not a plain, just a dot in the nautical domain.

Bananas wear these coming down the stairs, coming down in pairs, and when chasing Teddy Bears.

When the tune of traffic meets the sweet embrace of berries, I find myself stuck between the rock of rush and the preserve of leisure.

First part is like a swamp, but grasses and reeds over trees. Second is uniquely tied to the whole; back in the day, it meant soft. When together, I’m generally soft and squishy, large or small, and friends with hot cocoa.

I’m a contained body of water, often manmade. Add an F to my beginning and I’m unreliable. Add a B to my beginning, and I’m a name for both males and females.