I’m back sitting on the deck, looking out at the sky. I’m focused on the fading glow of light above the house line. I’m chewing on the silence between us. I’m longing for the sun and the lake. The week before. The years before. How did we come to this? I’m wondering if I’ve ever seen fireworks at a funeral before. And were they as sad and beautiful as these are? Oh my moon, I’ve been moving along to the rhythm of the dream. Hoping it would lead me back to you. But here we are.