Suffer in pastel green with a park ticket, remain unphased unhazed. I smiled from that text reminding me to not miss a flight, though mistakenly 12 hours too soon. Then I saw the ships in the sky, barges floating. The horizon’s and the ocean’s surface bled into each other, I’d like to believe this is how people are too, in time. That parts of each other shift and drift into ourselves, that the divide doesn’t bridge but vanishes. What parts of me might seep into your ambience, how have I changed since you.