the ocean. she was surprised at how cold it was, but carried on until she it reached her ankles. he followed but took his time, trying to balance himself in the water, before finally catching up to her.
they were part of something else now, a movement between the edges of one part of the world to another. she bent down and placed her hand beneath the water. for a while they watched how the moon moved on the surface of her palm. the moon, a small exquisite thing, looked absolutely powerless in her hand. he felt that if she closed her palm, the moon would disappear too, and the world 