Cradling soft toes while mine dissolve into the pull of the sea. Even here I am held.

He’s a grown man and he’ll do yard work without a shirt if he wants to

We reach the lion torso at the end of the drawbridge. “Where is its head?” you look up at me. “I don’t know. Maybe a storm blew it away.” “Or… a dolphin knocked it down!” We’d just seen a pod of dolphins in the lagoon. “Maybe a plank of wood from a ship.” we are walking back hand in hand. “Maybe.”