I caught the answer blowing in the wind. The sea breeze had freedom in it. It let me think. Yes, about her. Who else could I think about. She could have let me go softer, but I guess there is no soft way to let someone go. Maybe if I was a better man I would have seen it coming or perhaps it would have never came at all. It did though and now she was yesterday. Maybe even last week. I don’t know when I stopped feeling time with her but I did. It took months but the beach had helped. Wearing no shoes had helped. The drinking had not helped at all. Time made me agree with her. She had every right to let me go. She might not have known the names or even that there were others but she did know that I was an artist that was not selling. I refused to be anything else. I took no jobs. Not even the fake ones that were offered to me by my parents and their friends. To be a sixty thousand a year cog in a machine that did nothing but turned by itself.