Visual

I was on a beach. The foggy, rocky kind, with grey sand and chilling breezes. It was light but not sunny. The rhythm of the waves filled my ears. Large rocks stood unmovable in the water.

You walked toward me from a ways off. Pants rolled up, hair blowing this way and that. You weren’t in a hurry, but your eyes were on me. A slight smile on your lips. Then I felt your hand in mine. Warm, safe, perfectly callused.

Then I saw a large wooden table. Friends seated there. Us cooking in the kitchen. Laughter, candlelight, community.

We created beautiful things together. Out of wood, paper, our grand ideas, our own flesh.

Then I had to put you, the table and friends, and the beautiful things in sailboats and send them out on the water.

I watched as they drifted away, the sound of the waves once again filling my ears.