One more day

It's been really hard the past month or so. S and I have been hanging on (and if we're honest, falling off). Holidays are one day away, but finishing today, tommorow felt like it could be one day too much. 
Going out tonight was such an effort. But the act of leaving, paddling out to find somewhere else was always going to be the only way. 
Setting a fire, watching, waiting, eating simple fire food - fish, bread, corn on the cob - talking, laughing, crying. 
Paddling in the dark is magical and drifting home letting the water and stars cast thier spells over us the cure was complete. We're good to go for one more day.