As the sun shines low and red across the water, I wade into the ocean. The water is still high and brown and murky with the memory of the storm, so if theres something below it, I wont know it. But thats part of this, the not knowing. The surrender to the possibilities beneath the surface. It wasnt the ocean that killed my father, in the end. The water is so cold that my feet go numb almost at once. I stretch my arms out to either side of me and close my eyes. I listen to the sound of water hitting water. The raucous cries of the terns and the guillemots in the rocks of the shore, the piercing, hoarse questions of the gulls above me. I smell seaweed and fish and the dusky scent of the nesting birds onshore. Salt coats my lips, crusts my eyelashes. I feel the cold press against my body. The sand shifts and sucks out from under my feet in the tide. Im perfectly still. The sun is red behind my eyelids. The ocean will not shift me and the cold will not take me.
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