Death is like an evaporated lake.

An empty shape of a basin once filled with ecosystems and water lapping against the shore.

Barren beaches where once footprints pressed into the wet sand.

An empty mold once filled with wind-swept-waters and ferry-crossings.

Now an echo of a once-beating heart, the last of the water has lifted to the skies.

Rest in peace, Dad 💛 March 27, 2025