hes an elderly man , on a vacation he had planned months ago with his wife , the love of his life she too loves to sit and stare at the sea its their anniversary , fifty years of wedded bliss she loves jewels he says , now holding an ornate box in his hand gently and lovingly he caresses it , as he stares out to sea not at me from far away they came , running from the cold to the island of paradise where the sunset is gold he looks at the box a smile on his face staring out to sea not at me he smiles ever so slight for that second as the golden ball sets he squeezes the box and on the horizon the green light flashes he opens it gently and in the waves , spreads her ashes .