a collaboration between Terra Brigando and me

She had been waiting all her life to see the sea. When she was young, her father, a widower, painted boats around her room. Every night she imagined the sound of the sail arching its back in the wind, the sound of pulleys and ropes. Now her father has passed. He did it just as he lived. Quietly, humbly closed his throat and went. She drove two thousand miles in two days in his old chevy. She sung Neil Young the whole way. And now her heels are wet with the salty pacific.