Like Two Gulls. 29

A cry on the waves—
Drifting close yet flying free—
The sea holds their past.

There was a morning when the mist lay thick over the water, soft as breath. The world was hushed, the sea stretched out in waiting. Two gulls glided across the sky, their wings cutting through the quiet, their cries breaking against the horizon. For a moment, they moved in perfect harmony—one rising, the other dipping, their reflections flickering on the water below. Then, as if caught by separate winds, they drifted apart.

The Echo of Two Voices

There is a moment between closeness and distance, a space where everything still feels whole, even as it begins to break. Two voices once singing in unison find themselves fading into separate notes. Two children once running side by side now walk alone. Even the graves we leave behind bear the imprint of what was, a whisper of all that still lingers in memory.

Time carries us forward, but it does not erase. The laughter of yesterday does not disappear just because today is quiet. The love once given does not dissolve even when hands let go. Like two gulls suspended in the sky, we cross paths, we intertwine, and then we separate, bound not by permanence but by the echoes we leave in one another.

The Inescapable Distance

The sea does not belong to any single wave, just as we do not belong to a single moment. Some things slip through our fingers no matter how tightly we hold them. The people we love, the mornings we take for granted, the voices that once called our name—they move away, drawn by unseen currents. And yet, even as they vanish into the horizon, their presence lingers, like the memory of a wing cutting through the sky.

There is sorrow in this, yes. But also beauty. The knowledge that nothing lasts forever makes every meeting sacred. If we lived in a world where no one ever left, where no laughter faded, where no graves were dug—would we truly cherish the moments we are given?

1. Fly Together, Even If Briefly – Life gives us companions for a time; treasure the flight while it lasts.
2. Accept the Distance – Not all paths remain parallel, but that does not make them meaningless.
3. Hold Without Clutching – The tighter you try to grasp something, the quicker it slips away. Love should be open-handed.
4. Let the Echo Stay – What was real will always leave a mark, even if it is unseen.
5. Embrace the Open Sky – Every farewell is also an invitation to something new, an empty sky waiting to be filled.

As the mist lifted that morning, the two gulls faded into the endless blue. Their cries still lingered in the air, long after they had vanished. I stood there watching, the sky above me vast and open, knowing that even when something is no longer seen, it does not mean it is gone.

Somewhere beyond the horizon, they would meet again.