Sometimes when Bobbi was driving along the highways, she would feel almost hypnotized, like life did not even exist and she was just a speck of dust floating through the world on autopilot. During these times, she wasn’t happy or unhappy, but content. Still, she would often find tears running down her face. In fact, even when she was not driving this happened. Tears pooled on the ridges of her lower eyelids and then slipped down her face in small rivers. Sometimes it made her laugh because she didn’t know why she was crying. My eyes are just saltwater factories, she said out loud, to herself as much as her daughter. She saw herself walking around the planet, carrying oceans in her eyes.