Chapter 44Dear Friend, let me plunge in the sea of love,
Let me sink into that sea and walk on.
Let both worlds become my sphere where I can
Delight in the mystic glee and walk on.
Let me become the nightingale that sings
A soul freed from the dead body’s yearnings;
Let me bury my head in my two hands,
Take the path to unity and walk on.
—Yunus Emre, thirteenth-century Turkish poet and Sufi mystic
10:20 a.m. GMT–8, July 15, 2022
Skyline Boulevard, California
Michaela hangs on for dear life as her crazed older brother whips the hearse he convinced her to ride in around a sweeping mountain turn facing into the fog-covered Pacific. They had paid homage to Pappy’s fog at a grove of fogbound redwood trees, where the banana slugs emerged, enjoying the mist of their beloved ocean. In t
