an adolescent silver aruwana snakes inside an octagonal aquarium like a metallic barber shop sign. and bands of green light undulate in the air above the wrought iron tables clothed with silky runners the color of sea grass.
at the end of the block, in a cafe' in the sun, a lone woman drinks from a small cup and her hair is sunshiny.
to be able to witness, even for a fraction of a second, a light that is conscious of its breathing, a light that moves like the sea but with all the gravity of earth. this must be it. to live keenly. to vibrate with the pulse of the universe. and i am surprised that i am not embarrassed to entertain such a thought.
then, from the bus stop, i see L smiling, happiness in him flashing, like the acquariumed amazon fish, a sudden fin.
