During the meditation part of yoga class today, you appear in a vision, queued up in a black horse & buggy like we rode together in Central Park that one time. We are young. I see you and me together, from over our right shoulder. You on the left. Me on the right. We are headed no where in particular, just going into the beyond.
And then, the beach appears. Not just a glimpse, but everywhere, above and below, and to the sides, soft white sand and clear light blue water. Bora Bora. I hear it in your voice this time.