About a month ago, as dusk settled, we gathered sea water in a beat up metal bottle. The tide was low, and the waves were relentless. It was freezing- we didn't have the right shoes or coats to be out so close to the water. He gathered what he could, letting each wave greedily seek out socks and cold toes despite the shoes. The ocean was giving her greeting to we who had been gone for so long. A kiss with a bite, as she is want to do.