I see her before I hear her: a high-pitched giggle that catches the wind but does not stray. They sit close. Him with arms around her, one leg lazy off the concrete bench; she, head down hands...
That Moment
There is that one moment when flying. That one moment. That singular moment when the wheels leave the ground. There is nothing graceful in how we achieve it. It is a brutal act. We fling ourselves...
2014/04/14 #3
Palo Alto – Clouds.