Horizon

We walked down the steep road to the beach, stooping under the mangrove trees on the boardwalk, and  sat on the solid linearity of a bench. Sea and cloud and sky were all mixed up in grey and blue.  And no matter how you hope that it won’t, time goes just as fast when you have only an hour left as when you have a lifetime.

So with my future in the past, in a world with no horizon, I drove away, steering through a lens of tears.