With airplane arms we run for the shore underneath an overcast sky. The cold wind whips against our skin but we’re warm, and we’re alive. There are giants in the water too far out for us to swim. Picture rocks even better than we pictured them. They call our names, again, again, again. With airplane arms we run on the sand and our footprints trail like jet stream over land. There are giants in the water too far out for us to swim. And I swear I’ve never loved you more than right now, with our arms wide and our hearts light. The waves roll in, froth white, then recede. We hold hands on the shore of Ruby Beach.