A lone seagull circled high above, spiraling toward the cotton bowl of the sky. He watched it in irrational fear of plummeting upward. No way to swim through that, no way home. He felt light. He felt himself rising, his senses expanding. He saw the world as though from a great height, riding the thermals like a bird. A blue gap opened in the clouds. Sunlight poured through it like gossamer threads, turning a ribbon of sea turquoise, catching a coracle with a man, curled up in a brilliant pool of blood. All around, the sea was streaked with white.
