The first long work I ever wrote (a screenplay) took place on these waters. It was the fate of the computer Gods that I lost everything I’d ever written between a five year period, including the backup to the backup, so I have no physical proof that the dozen drafts of this story ever existed.
Still, I think of the characters often. My memory has erased a lot of extraneous plot. What I have left inside me is only a set of two homes, side by side on this harbor. Inside one: two friends who come from very different backgrounds. Inside the other: two sisters who do not leave.
When I saw these twin trees, the stillness of these unbreakable waters, I thought of this quartet of characters, how they wait for me.