By all accounts Tuesday was a twinkle in the eye of the Iris belly full of cheese-y biscuits Walk out to Monastery beach meet painters pack-in gear tripod stools, paintboxes burnt umber and phthalocyanine blue (redshade), cerulean, and what-not; saran-wrapped palette Nordic tourists comment freely in the wind and opal light against Frog Rock; slays me I sit on the meme bench; this has happened before mist, Point Lobos, blackrocks sooner or later I come to you, come to you, turkey vulture wheeling above in gorgeous flight
Random lines from my bookshelf:
“With gratitude, she observed the mother and daughter walk away.
When she saw them pause to hug each other, she noticed the sky
was blue, the sun shining and a new waitress on duty.”
— Eileen Tabios, “The Secret of Her Happiness,” from Reproductions of the Empty Flagpole.