3/13/14

Dear Mishka

It's a amazing how rely on our phones. It is evident as we squint into the sun and wish for a way to record our thoughts. Then it occurs to us, paper and pen.

Sitting on what they call the subway deck, it's a large deck overlooking the ocean that's  behind the Subway Sandwich Shop. There are dozens of seats and a dozen power outlets for the students.

Anyway, I'm sitting on the deck and you can't believe how loud the surface is  today crashing over and over and most beautiful symphony of earth and ocean.

Yet still four large sailboats are anchored just offshore and 2 more are out already, sails raised into the sky

The wind may cause the breakers to roar but it is also swept the skies almost clear and the clouds that remain are being hurried along

Rumble  low then roar and crash, the choice is clear, soothing or exhilarating. I always feel a little of both. It all really depends on how tired I am. But no matter what, the power always invokes a reaction

 Simple pen and paper. How many of the have lost our ability to write in classic cursive as we were taught as children. I find myself attempting and being forced to slow down to remember how.  My mother has such beautiful writing, what was once described is copper plate. I am envious of such beautiful and elegant writing

Love
The Blonde