In an alternate reality, I never returned from the Philippines. I sold all my possessions and bought this boat. .
I spend my days searching for undiscovered reefs, giving names to the whales sharks and turtles that I encounter.
As the sun sets, I sail home to the island of Siquijor where my lady and the pack await. .
At night, we watch the fireflies dance as if the constellations themselves have come alive.
She asks - “do you regret leaving it all?”
“With what we found, never.”