the ocean’s edge was met by a sea of ice plants red, yellow, green. and pink flowers. we made a shrine on a barren patch in the middle of it all and said something that made us feel close. my favorite part was watching everyone drop their ashes onto the shrine. each person had a different way. jake was the only one who dumped it straight on the flower. i had been waiting, hoping for someone to do that. by the end i knew that when i came back next year the barren patch would be full. of life and her breath.