Other than me. Someone else first. We spend the day in the beachfront shops. She looks at scarves and bathing suites. I buy her a sculpture of a mother holding a child, carved from driftwood.
Snow falls on Mount Fuji half a world away.
Monks sit in the shade of trees and chant prayers. We live together for over a year before the accident. Driving up the coast to Caitland Island. I had been watching her, when I should have been watching the road. I took a turn too wide as we wound up the long coast road and went over the line.