The Hidden Sea

To celebrate our first anniversary, my wife and I have decided to fight. It’s stupid. It’s inappropriate. And yet neither one of us is able to stop. We are in Greece, waiting for a ferry to arrive and carry us away from this one dry splotch of sea-surrounded earth to the next. There is always the hope that some other island will be more pleasant, more in keeping with my dreams of what this place should be. The day is hot as hell.             What are we fighting about? The color of the sky. Lack