Tuesday, December 28, 2010
The Anatomy of a Wave
There was the briefest moment where my life was sitting in the dark by the Pacific Ocean while a soft but masculine voice read Pablo Neruda into the nape of my neck. In Spanish.
Presently I am brushing Cool Ranch Dorito crumbs out of my sports bra while watching Masterpiece: Contemporary on Hulu.
Crests and troughs.
(Wave by James Jean.)