The sun has seeped into me and somehow healing is taking place.
I've been lying in the sun for two days now. Soaking and seeking the warmth and the life it brings. I'm a beaming blush of sunburn, and my skin hurts when I move, but it's okay because I'm alive.

I sat in a boat for hours today with my Dad. My father that I haven't spoken to in months. My sister I haven't spoken to in more. And we got the old boat out and set her out into the bay. Fishing poles and a bucket of live shrimp and a few coronas between the three of us. I guess you never forget how to cast a steady line or set the hook. Dad's gruffness wore off and so did the weary look in his face. Mel softened into the sister and daughter I know she is. Red fish, sea trout, pinfish.

Chris drove over to the house here. Picked me up and we drove and drove and drove. And it's never been less cliche, to drive with the windows down and the music playing. And laying out on the sand with the blood moon rising. Him playing the eukelele and me singing The Mariners Revenge and listening to water lap. And Come thou Fount of Every Blessing, and our wandering hearts were bound to Him and I think I even grasped what fetters are.

I'm warm and weary and I saw stars and felt sand and wetted feet and smelled the sun and all the time it held. And dawn broke twenty centuries ago when death ripped in two. The curtain torn and nothing but life and victory was smelled. Despair no more. The grave has given up its dead.