a day on the ferry

9am to 9pm; Anacortes to the San Juan Islands and back. The weather is turning and so are the tides. When I’m wary of the waves I remember that the destination is fixed. And that the waves are what color the experience.

I love

myself, you, the person I passed on the street who smiled at me just as that sunset colored pressure was building inside of my torso (I was going to burst into shards of sparking glass on that sidewalk even though the music was stinging sweetly in my head, passing back and forth between my earsContinue reading “I love”