Through the Page
42 days. It has been 42 days since she sat me down here and left. 42 days since last opened me. Or closed me. 42 since she last touched me at all or even looked in my direction.
"That's really it?" the man in the thrift-shop suede jacket asked, surprised smile stuck on his face. "Don't I need to sign something or..."
The Magic of Salt Cauldron
Islands, ocean, and mountains, oh my! Over the Urato Islands in Matsushima Bay, a soft orange sunrise welcomes me back from walking my kid to the school bus. I do have to wander over to the open-air stairwell to see it clearly, and I do most mornings, still captivated by the water, the islands, and the mountains beyond. Several gigabites worth of photos of this specific view sit on hard-drives, only moved when the data gets too full for my phone to function properly.