She said: it’s cold.
I said: yes.
She said: and it keeps coming.
I said: yes.
She said: it doesn’t stop.
I said: no.
She said: it just keeps.
She watched the waves come in.
She watched them pull back.
She watched them come in again.
She said: I want to stay like this for a minute.
I said: take as long as you want.
I stood beside her.
The water came over my feet too.
We stood in it together.
The two of us.
Grandmother and granddaughter.
The ocean doing what it always does.
After a while she said: that woman on the plane.
I said: yes.
She said: people her age shouldn’t be traveling.
I said: yes.
She said: imagine.
I said: I know.
She said: imagine saying that to someone.
I said: I know.
She said: imagine what kind of life produces that.
She said it without anger.
