Your boat is beautiful.
“Thank you. I enjoy sailing. Out on the water I feel like I can be myself. Sometimes I lay out on my stomach by the railing and whisper things to the water. Things I never tell anyone.”
Things like?
“Like that this isn’t my real hair. It’s actually a rather clumsy toupee. No one else knows this. I am sorry I just told you.”
Don’t be sorry.
“You’re right. You are the one who is sorry. Because no one knows and no one will know.
Let me lay out for you your final few hours on this earth: we continue to sip riesling as the warm sun embraces our skin and shimmers off the blue water. For this brief moment we exist outside ourselves. Until you notice a slightly acidic aftertaste at the bottom of your stemware. Oops, you just fell into the water. Too bad I can’t save you but I am so full of wine and sun that I went into a deep slumber. Only when I wake do I realize you are gone forever; that it’s just me and the water once again. I have another secret to tell it, and as I do I see my wondeful hair in its reflection.”
