I had never met my father, parts of me did but I never, and he talked through messages- his tears. He cried whenever he wanted to talk and I understood what he said. I don’t know why. They never met-my father and mother, not in front of me anyway but in a far, far place that I could see but can’t reach. I was seven when I first saw it- the place where they met every day for the whole day. Always far away at the end of my sight. I realized this place moved every time I moved, and tended to go away as I neared her. Once I thought I could catch her, I ran with my entire pace and rage and haste but yet she outrun me and stood there at the end of my sight as though laughing at me on my failure. Though my mother was hurt because I had destroyed parts of her in my chase, she didn’t weep. I wept that night- not because I hurt my mother but of frustration and then suddenly something hit me- an idea. I thought what if she couldn’t see me, I could catch her, I moved very slowly in the night with carefulness and patience- all night I crawled full of sweat and dawn ushered, my legs pained and my eyes tired yet somehow she managed to get away, again. After thousands of pursuits I left the idea of ever meeting them and yet my father sent me messages that I was where they met, but I couldn’t understand. One day in my wary pursuit of the year I stopped and looked at myself and saw it, realization dawned on me I was stunned I saw the blue of my father, reflecting from my surface, and it hit me “I was where they met”- Azure my father and Gaea my mother. “THEY. MEET. IN. ME. IN…BLUE.” I shouted and my father cried and filled me with his tears and I understood they were tears of happiness and my mother called and I flowed towards her to meet at the shore and that was where they met- his reflection in me and her. Not in Horizon but in me- in ocean.  

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