Coast of Japan.

He thought about her laugh. How it flew out if her. All color and joy, sudden and always unexpected, without pretense, without a care Lighting the world just a little brighter each time it shared it with the universe. He thought about the trip they took to the west coast of the island. When they were first dating. Still two bodies, somehow more separate then. How they bought rain gear and the supply store. Canary yellow rubber, pants with built in suspenders, hoods that hide their entire heads. How they walked the beach in January, the gulls, soaring on the currents, in the grey sky above the wavesfinding shore, crashing white against the sand after traveling 10,000 miles of open ocean, having been born off the

Coast of Japan.