Sᴜɴʀɪsᴇ Oᴀᴛʜ

Catherine and Gale on the beach by the Great Lakes, enjoying the end of a day before Timothy and Louise come to gather them for the ride home. Based on a memory with the architect. Perhaps it was the same with Gale, when he remembered how it was to be by another woman’s side. He loved Catherine dearly, even as the engineer wished for him to be closer to the pianist. Her success with her wishes disappointed even herself. I am on a beach, and there is the sun setting before me. Beside me is, once again, Catherine. She is there forever. I am always there with her. We have a beautiful life together in the light, and I see how it all came to be that I have a married friend who I can hold closer in my heart than anyone else in my life. Yet I misled her, and this haunts me. I wonder how I can apologize. “Don’t apologize.” She turns to me. “Just be a better man. Let God help you.” “It all seems so simple when you put it like that,” I laugh. “There is nothing but simplicity.” She kicks at the s...

Present. A painting by the love of my dreams. In your possession is a whole bag of gems, more beautiful than anything you ever knew. You want to put them in a place in your life that you would never forget, that will never be taken away. Where do you put them? The foundation of your eternal home. You mix concrete using all the pebbles, sand, and limestone you have on hand. You crush some shells that you had lying around, but had no other use for. You pour the foundation, and then press your gems into this wet creation. Safely embedded, locked in one place. Then you build the rest of your house, with whatever you want. Maybe it is time to fell some trees that are blocking the view of the sun over the sea, of the old port at the mouth of the river. Oh, there was also the lumber from other houses that toppled due to winds blowing across the sands. Soon, you have created a new abode. You put everything you have in this home. This all increases your attachment to the rooms, the walls, the ...