There’s trouble ahead indeed!! Multiple schools … “Gulls are arriving. The schools smell trouble and roil the surface. That someday and soon is Now.”
479 consecutive days. Like in a Row. Walking, at Cove Island Park.
~ 20 minutes before sunrise, and I’m walking the shoreline. It twitches. The surface stirs. Their bellies, silver flashes, mica flickering in twilight.
I look overhead. No gulls, no egrets, no herons. Enjoy your quiet time little people, while it lasts.
I keep walking. Multiple schools swirl ahead of me.
The Twilight Zone.
Pages of James Tate Hill’s new memoir, Blind Man’s Bluff, turn. “It’s that meaning can rest in the smallest details, in every moment and gesture and line of dialogue.”
The middle aged Chinese woman runner. Hardy girl that she is, running every morning straight through the winter months. She no longer runs on Weed Avenue, the main artery to the Park. She ducks in and out of the side streets. Fearing assault? Retribution for the Chinese Virus?
The Veteran Retiree…
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