My son asks me to time him, then bolts down the sidewalk and out of sight between two strangers. He returns at top speed, twelve long seconds later. 4 Jan 2013 the binoculars reveal distant waves crawling slowly across the horizon 5 Jan 2013 Sunlight breaks through the sky over Capitola, surrounding the surfers […]
Jupiter shines, a pale yellow beacon, almost directly overhead. In the distance, the sound of freeway traffic, like surf.
scattered gravel along the bike path and one old champagne cork
clear darkening sky and the sounds of the neighbor’s party — a swallow darts over the treeline My first contribution to Fiona Robyn’s mindful writing challenge. Happy new year!