A surge of waves in an open sky, it caresses the earth countless times, sighing through valleys and raging along seas.

Beach Day

The ocean swallows the ensnared sun as the damp sand tries with my feet. A plump woman gathers the seashells nearby, unmindfully tossing new found treasure in a hard and crowded bucket.

Sick Day

It’s an annual conference with an unusual boardroom. I smile, leaving my Oxfords against a pale stone as sunlight itches my nose instead of fluorescent rays.


Sparks settle far along the fields below me. The light lingers for a moment, dims, then sizzles out as small puffs of smoke rise.