V

Above overhead, birds flew in a V formation. The scent of Sakura filled the newly christened land as the first rain of spring came to a halt.

The ocean sparkled in the distance— the young man standing on a balcony held a cup of coffee that had gone cold as the passage of ships drew him in.

“Is it now?” He asked the wind. No reply. Nature proved adept at providing answers without supplying words. The webbing between thumb and pointer finger still throbbed from an erratic catch in a game of dodgeball. A two month wheeze crawled from his lungs back into the world.