the weekend that was

Flying south. Love. Communion. Reunion.  Celebration.  Blood family and found family.  The husk of a person, still and silent in her pink floral casket. Soul taken flight. Lilies bowed as if in prayer. The finger-burning, salty abundance of fish & chips. Sandwich triangles with the crusts cut off. Sugary clouds filled with whipped cream.

Sandy feet. A shipwreck being devoured by sand and salt. Bunnies tails and sand patterns. The soft sun glow over a glittering sea. Kapiti Island, calling to me in the distance. My sisters. My mother. Laughter. The last magenta gasp of day before it tumbles into the night. Returning north. Home.