Beach (2)

Since he left, whenever I see 'beautiful' I think of him.....even if it isn't related to him.  Tonight, here are the colors of things, just before sundown.  Seeing this loveliness makes me think of him.  But that is the regular course of things, I think of him no matter where I am.  In fact, after three days at the beach, I have thought of him countless times.  Whether it be the sausage conversation, the emergence of long johns fashion, the cold wind that he would describe as "chills you to the bone" wind, or the book A Separate Peace referencing,  "he being present all the moments of all the days" and an inability "to refer to him in the past tense."   And of course to the realization that even when I wake up from a vacation nap, reality hasn't changed, and he is still gone.