Sunset on the sea
Today, walking east down Kings Road on my way home from Taj (one of my new favorite grocery stores; they've got my miso paste for miso soup), I saw something beautiful: two women, pulled over to the side of the road, outside of their car, facing west. I noticed only the driver first: her sunglasses pushed up onto curly hair; her long, straight nose. And she raised her arm - her jacket slipped down her arm, and her wrist and hand and fingers were long and straight as well - a beautiful gesture, like the beginning of a dance, and then a pause.
I stopped walking and turned to the west as well. And there, the sun was setting over the sea - flames of pink spiraling out from the sun; a flock of birds, massing, rotating, black pepper over the sun; and the ships, smoke-blue ghosts on the horizon.