Frank and I sit in the dark before dawn by the pool. The monkeys in the trees making their morning roars. This is a reason to be away: these extended moments of togetherness. Soon enough, light, and the jungled backdrop of the pool, the butterflies waking and flitting about the flowers. I walk a bit later and also less. Today, after yoga yesterday, and such long walks, my legs want a little less. My friend and I swam in the morning froth. In the afternoon, Frank is off, we have a lovely lunch, the two of us, at a restaurant beside the sea. And then, time on the beach for a nap and the surf. A special, impromptu dinner with our friends, lots and lots of laughter and lingering conversation in the outdoor restaurant at the picnic tables. I see the Special One on Facetime. He is busy and distracted, but I’m not. And I see, he is the same––in the best ways, the same, and I will see him again soon. He gives my phone face a kiss and waves goodbye.