N belonged in every element, her fearless limbs uninhibited in air and dirt, but water was her home. B thought he’d lose her to the ocean, the way she blended in, her hair underwater: a smudged watercolour painting.
B and N went to Nootka Island for their anniversary. She was adamant about celebrating every month. They wind surfed the ocean, their stomach’s dropping to their feet, they burned their lungs hiking up mountains, they shook with fear jumping out of planes.
B wanted to keep these feelings, the exhilaration, the look of the world from 12,000 feet. He wanted to bottle and release them in silent moments, when N’s glassy eyes reflected past letters.
B’s back. He is moving down the alphabet and into more adventures. Ah, the thrill of love.