We lived in the present, because that’s what young people
do. When a frigate bird spread its black wings on the wind or a sailfish billed
through a school of bait, when the creek took on the deep delight of greens and
blues that swept in from the ocean, overflowing the flats with fresh water and
food, we didn’t define the moment as anything other than being alive. Dawn was
a pale affair, a triumph of gradualism and the preface to a new adventure;
nights were thick with the sounds of insects and crabs, the pleasures of
exhaustion, and the wonder of dreams.
Imagine a mirror granting every wish, and then imagine
looking into that mirror every single day.
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