The air floats smoothly through the room, spread through lips barely open, creating vibrations that when they reach my ears tell me how lucky I am, how love still lives with me. It is the soft almost silent sound of my wife still sleeping, reminding me that I will spend another day gloriously happy.

I move to the kitchen and hear the surf, even when it is gently lapping. The sound reaches my home, even though I am not on the oceanfront.