From a distance he saw how happy she was.
He would have preferred it differently, though.
Not that he didn't want her to be happy,
he would have liked to be the one she was happy with.
Ankle-deep in water he marched his wellingtons through the surf.
A stiff cold breeze made him shiver and he closed his eyes.
He was one with the air, the water and the earth.
Wind-blown and soul-tied.
He knew her to be somewhere ahead of him
and that they were not together.
But that was all-right,
because they shared the same experience.
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