1st May 1671

I see a darkness rise and friendship with time grow thin, these windows that we gaze through shall outlive us and quietly observe sunrise after sunrise while we fade into memory, I sit shore bound and unafraid, A small bearded man plays accordion on nearby rocks and I wish once more for the madness and the surf and tide and the twist of life lived upside down. I wish to walk further and to see another day. The sun sinks into the ocean, opening pathways and stars which shine above.