The immense slabs of concrete were held in place by interconnecting pieces of rusting steel; orange and peeling from the elements. Each thick sheet of steel curved into a c-shape at the top and joined with the one beside it, forming a new shape that brought to mind linked hands. She thought about how these hands held strong and fast to position the concrete pier, providing a barrier from the turmoil of threatening waters for beach goers.
At the end of the pier stood a light-tower; a beacon of safety for boaters. She thought, “How appropriate that two joined hands should be the thing that held all of this together; this delicate balance of stone and steel providing insulated safety from danger and destruction.”
She took a photo of one of the adjoined c-shaped pieces of steel while she listened to him tell her how he cared deeply for her, but was so confused about what, precisely, he wanted for his life.