Many Paths to the Sea

We are sitting on the porch, talking about the future. Through the trees, silver light was winking off the lake. Alayna said that she believes in fate––thinks about it like a wave, the swelling of environment and interaction––so its cresting and its crash are an inevitability. It could not have been any other way. In that moment, I thought, instead, of a delta. Destinies branching and spreading in…