Once we lived on an island in the ocean. Once we took the ferry to go to high school, and at night the sky was brilliant in the absence of all these city lights. Once we paddled canoes to the lighthouse to look at petroglyphs and fished for salmon and walked through deep forests, but all of this was completely unremarkable because everyone else we knew did these things too, and here in these lives we've built for ourselves, here in these hard and glittering cities, none of this would seem real if it wasn't for you.
In the past, life was filled with vibrant experiences on an island, where taking a ferry to school and enjoying the brilliance of a starry night was commonplace. Canoeing to the lighthouse to discover ancient petroglyphs, fishing for salmon, and wandering through dense forests were part of everyday life, yet they felt ordinary because everyone shared those moments.
Now, living in hard, glittering cities, those reminiscences seem surreal. The connection to those simpler times feels significant, and the presence of a loved one makes all those memories resonate, reinforcing their authenticity amid the chaos of modern life.
