Day 444. His message read, “I’m leaving with the morning tide”.
A lifetime before, it was his freedom of spirit that had called to her soul. Those impenetrable eyes that would always seem to hide his darkest secrets, sparkling then, as he told her of his plans to sail the world, of being brave enough to dream impossible dreams.
So how it would end, was written from the start. A cautious heart with any sense of self preservation would have wished him well and moved on. Hers was neither, and in that moment as she fell under his spell, the pendulum set in motion, marking their days.
The other lady in his life had stood proud and tall at the marina’s edge when at last they were introduced, and later, as the three of them glided out into the heady blue, the wind caught the mainsail, and their spirits soared as one. Anchored under the stars that night, time, it seemed, stood still.
The months passed. She waited and watched in awe, while he poured over tidal charts, swathes of blue surrounding tiny dots of paradise, and lavished his every waking hour on resolutely fettling his dream into a reality. She breathed his salty air as it seeped into her very core, and, for all the voices that told her she was crazy to give up everything she knew for his dream, she believed him when he said “meet me on the other side”.
The last day. He silently slipped the ropes, a morning fog wrapping its icy fingers around the bow, stealing her heart and the promise of their tomorrows. She held her breath as the pendulum caught the final whisper of the prevailing breeze, it’s heartbeat faltered, and stopped.
He took with him a piece of her, lost to the heady blue and the whim of the salty skies ….. and was gone.