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 with a silvery glare. Along the horizon, a thin bright line underscores the massed grey clouds.
6 Jan 2013
The day after
the sky’s pink and orange haze
matches my own
7 Jan 2013
