Joan said that she likes seeing my face; I like seeing hers, too.

It was a beautiful day;

her blue eyes looked very bright, and I could see the light coming from her window touching her skin very lightly.

That morning,

I played to her an instrumental song by my favourite Australian band named Dirty Three.

She closed her eyes

to listen to it

carefully. 

When I was listening to it, I was thinking of the waves. You know, when they come into the beach and then leave?

That motion.

That rhythm.

That is a great level of music, 

Joan said to me.

Surprisingly, the song I played to her is called ‘Sea Above, Sky Below’ and it belongs to an album about the ocean.

A nurse came into Joan’s room to look at her leg while we were talking. She had had a recent fall and her wound had not healed properly.

You need to keep your feet up, 

the nurse told Joan in a caring tone.

I could see that Joan was in pain,

but she managed to keep talking to me while her leg was being cleaned. 

Shall we talk again next week?  I said to her after two hours of conversation. 

That would be lovely; talking to you reminds me

that

I am still part of the world,

she replied.

We waved and smiled at each other right before the screen went black.