Beyond That, the Sea

by Laura Spence-Ash

How sweet that moment is, that moment of before. When anticipation is everything. When everything is new. When there are no consequences, when there is no after.

There’s something to be said for talking while walking. You don’t have to look at the person. You can keep your eyes on the path, on your shoes, on the landscape. And somehow that means that more gets said.

She can’t retrace her steps, she can’t redo the things she regrets, but maybe, just maybe, she and Beatrix can come out all right.

When you look back, it’s so easy to see the path that you’ve traveled. But looking forward, there are only dreams and fears.

A run is scored and the tie is broken and they’re winning at last.