The sun seared our backs as we dove hand in hand. We were days from civilization, and it was the happiest we had ever been. The sand invaded every nook and crevice of our lives, but we had no shadows and no secrets, so it was inconsequential.
I looked at my son and saw his mother in him. His eyes were the color of eagle-sky, as if he spent so many hours cloud-gazing that the heavens imbued his irises with their hue.
"What did you learn today, daddy?" He asked me this every evening, knowing I had long been mute. He would read my answers on my face, which saved me the trouble of teaching him letters.
"Ah, I thought so, too. Next time I bet if we set the traps around the entire pool, nothing will escape." Trapping our own food was laborious, but it saved us from having to hunt.
"When do you think mom will come meet us?"