Photo by Alexanderphoto7 / Shutterstock.com The unexpected pounce of heat against my face. The evening sun, not even close to setting, blazes off the water. A regatta at Café Regatta cutting like trim scissors into the silk blue sea, flashes of white at their bows....
There is no message to post home,I do not wish you here. Sea and sky framed in snow and stone.No words scribbled on the margins,I’m tired of explaining, translating every emotion. Unprotected veins of ice,stalactites drip, echo, drip,dissolving cliffs to sand, walls...
