Air

Air is thick to birds, so thick that they can push down upon it to rise up.

But to me, air is too thin to stop a fall.

Air is so thick that the seagulls swim in it swoopingly, divingly, and flirtatiously.

But I sometimes forget about air, until moments of difficult breathing, or a fall.

I’m sitting at Good Harbor Beach this early morning with Memory, my girlfriend, and we are watching the waves and the gulls and it is soothing. Things are OK between us now, though we’ve had a rare difficult week together. It is nice to be sitting here in our faithful little beach chairs with our coffee.

I am watching and thinking.

Love can be like air.

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