I’m sitting on a driftwood log at the seashore that hugs the coast of Monterey Bay when a horse runs past along the waterline with a young girl on its back, sitting high in the saddle, her ponytail bouncing with each step. The ocean—bright aluminum like it would be hot to the touch. The sun—a burning white disc behind the horse and the girl, and I see them in black silhouette.
The above is an excerpt from my new book, I Wish to Say Lovely Things.
Oh, right. February 5th. Oh well.