I dreamt again last night.
We were sitting on a stone bench overlooking the boats in the marina, your leg touching mine absentmindedly. I watched a seagull hovering, caught in the wind, going no where, standing still, suspended in space, wings outstretched, and waiting for a break to fly away to safe haven. I reached for you to bring your eyes to it. You looked up as I left my hand on your thigh. Then I remembered, and removed it with an apology. You looked away in supreme indifference, your gray hair fluttering in the breeze and said “I don’t really care”.