|Cannon Beach from Ecola State Park (from here)|
Maybe the day will come when I feel ready to try again. I have given over the reigns to grief. It carries on at its own rate, no matter what I do.
I still envision a beautiful sunny day on the coast, me retracing our own footsteps from years ago. Gulls crying, waves crashing, wet sand cool beneath my toes and Dave's ashes being carried away on the wind, into the Pacific.