The raft ashore...

In the early morning hours of this day our raft, home for neigh on half a score, shifted itself and settled quietly onto a flat white bank of sand.

My partner sat up and folded her legs under her bringing her to her knees. She squinted into the morning's humid air and waged our condition intently.

I cupped my face with my hands and pushed them in hard on my cheeks allowing them to slide down my lips and chin until they were in an almost prayer-like position at the front of my neck.

She looked forward into the newness before her. She turned and she smiled at me understanding.

She came to her feet and placed her hands on the side of the raft. I sat up and watched as she slid her leg over the side and slipped it into the cool salt water. the other followed. She looked down at herself standing in the shallow blue and became frightened by it's unfamiliar feel...

I ran a hand through my hair and smiled as my partner leaned down and pushed the raft out and into the open water - Letting go.