Greg came for a four day visit and I hadn't seen him for months. We did a bunch of stuff together, all with the easygoing assurance that we'd be living together again this Summer.

We took the ferry to Bainbridge and walked around on the beach, picking up shells, talking about nothing. By the time we came home, we were sleepy and a bit exhausted so we sat and looked out the back window, saying very little and listened to the thrum of the ferry engine. We could see our outlines in the window but when we tried to look directly at ourselves, all we could see was sky.