We swam in the morning haze before we spoke or ate, wading in slowly to feel the water’s ripples and the hot sun. The tree by the shore, leaning, dipping its branches into the water and us navigating with our fingertips.

We smiled good morning and broke the silence only to wash and rinse, allowing the water to steal away the anxiety, dirt and sleep.

It’s easy to be shipwrecked here.

We have our home and we are not bored of each other even though we have aged and spent eternity here. I guess the time and then remember that it was washed away with the water and dusk is years away.

We did not wonder where the days went or how we wasted them. It seemed they were not wasted though we said little and did less.

These were not days propelled by plot. These were thoughtful studies of character.