When we moved to Montréal together after high school, I never thought that either one of us would miss the shiftlessness of sand. I never thought that either one of us would drown without the ocean. I never thought that either one of us would stay in Nova Scotia, but I never even considered that one of us might leave Montréal. It took me years to notice that you didn't love Montréal the way I did. You never made friends there the way I did, although you never lost them there the way I did either. When you said you wanted to move to Vancouver I thought, "Wasn't one ocean enough for you?", but my mouth was thick with sand and so I could not speak. At the time neither one of us knew that no two oceans were exactly alike.