The Art of Being: "Water"
"Hey."
Cye looks up as Rowen awkwardly sits down.
"How was your trip?"
"Good."
Terse silence follows Cye's reply, but the wind ruffling their hair and the waves ruffling the shore wear it down.
"So - - living here, do you ever miss England?"
"Sometimes." Cye stands and walks till he's wading knee-deep in salty ocean. Then he laughs. Rowen just looks at him like he's gone crazy.
"Less now. You see, in the end water touches everything."