Riley stared acoss the open water. The quiet breeze filled his lungs with the damp tang of salt and minerals. Blinking, he tried to rid his eyes of the grit and salt collecting in the corners, most of which had come from tears.
His breathed hitched. Tears. He was nearly empty, his face convulsing as the thought of her so far away wrapped his mind in a blanket of white pain. Nothing came, except two small drops that evaporated quickly in the air.
He lifted his head up, staring off into the long distance between the shocking white of the clouds. They billowed slowly, rolling, coiling: liquids of different densities dancing with one another in the silent dance of phase changes.
A cormorant soared overhead, searching for fish in the bay. Flight. Riley shook his head. There wasn't much time. The last flight out for the next week would be leaving within the hour. He waved to the bird and turned, running to his car, calculating the time and distance to salvation.
Behind him, the clouds continued their quiet pas de deux, slowly disappearing into a haze of azure memories.
~ Irish Gumbo
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