: You never told me how late the sun would set here, the way it would linger, linger, low in the sky, not yet ready to end the day, as if to say, “Hm, I think night can wait.” And with that glut of sunshine, how could I say no to everything that came my way? I get it now, this life you lived. Driven by ambition and vanity and this endless chase for something beautiful. Oh, what a delight it’s been to keep saying yes. Yes to last minute concerts. Yes to dancing like no one’s watching. Yes to disco, to Dada, to rococo. Yes to pata negra and jasmine-laced breeze and swimming in lakes and bike rides through green pastures and three cold brews a day. Yes to touch. Yes to love. Especially to the kind I never tired of giving. The sun has dipped a little lower now, and I start to remember that horse I saw playing in the water. It made me think of you, and the horses at the farm, those old, majestic beasts, born and bred to gallop at breakneck speed. A lifetime of racing now rewarded with an epilogue of rest. I know when the sun sets I’ll have earned mine—just like them, just like you—an epilogue filled with memories of every yes I could possibly say. And so long as the sun still shines, I’ll let the possibilities come. I’ll be ready with all the love I can give. So long as this day has yet to end, I’ll be that young colt: brave, eager. Ready to run.