“Let’s move to the coast,” she said. “We’ll all be alright if we can just get away from this place. I can’t stand the flat emptiness of it. It’s so static. Nothing ever changes.”
So now she’s happy. We have an ocean view from the bedroom. She swims and jogs along the beach. She’s booking tickets for a different show each week. She’s shopping at boutiques and lunching with her friends.
I suppose we’ll be alright. But at night I hear the restless push and pull of the waves, and I dream of a still, green landscape, and something lost.