It was a windy day at the beach yesterday. This well-tanned man found a windbreak. I've seen him often: he likes to sun himself standing up. I like to think he is looking at his shadow as if he were looking into a mirror.
The terns were grounded. Two of them tuck their beaks into their feathers but keep an open eye. The terns with their black crests and bright yellow beaks are raffish, stylish figures.
The ocean had tossed up these creations--sponges and sea plants encrusted with coral.
As I waited, the waves washed in this red sweater, which I'll wear on St. Valentine's Day. In the morning there are often discarded clothes and shoes on the streets, on the beach, in the water. If by some rare chance the person who threw away the red sweater sees me and wants me to give it back, I will. But first I will ask him for a reward, not money. What should it be? Should I ask a riddle? Ask that he tell me a story, tell me about his night on the beach? Tell me his dreams?
The gold check-mark is on the left side. Isn't that the side of the heart?