We celebrated the life of a loved one this past weekend at the bay. Before stepping into the knee-deep water to take pictures, I pulled the bottom hem of my long grey skirt up between my legs and tucked it into the front of my waistband (think Lucy meets grapes). The flowers were so beautiful floating on the glassy surface. I followed them across the cove for a few minutes, watching the ripples from my movements gently rock each petaled head. After the sun set, the lanterns filled slowly with fire-warmed air and pulled away into the purple sky, flying in her memory and honor, while her flowers drifted in the tide below.
