The wind outside was a constant howl, but the sun would be up in a few hours. Days were calmer, typically. He'd have to climb out of the train tunnel and replace the antenna again if the weather got ... [+]
When you were two, we snapped this photo on the island. Back when your hair tickled your shoulders and a widow in a floral cardigan wrinkled her nose, patted your crown, and mis- proclaimed, "such an interesting girl." It's the same carelessness attending other glances, when lights merge to beams and starfish mask as stones, grinding and bumbling surf through the foam. "They can't run or walk," you sighed. "So they just dance."