In the afternoon on September 8, the sun was
shining, and the air was pleasantly salty. The day smelled like a shell that
had been taken from the ocean and left to dry in the warm sun.
My mother and I were walking near the sea, we
were talking about something, but I can't remember what. I was glad to share a
stroll with her. During our time together, I sometimes looked beyond her eyes,
and I could see the blue.
