THE HIDDEN TRACK

The following passages are dedicated to Leopold, to the vernacular, to certain evil women (you know who you are), to certain wonderful people(they know who they are), to soft afternoons and quiet Sunday evenings, to Fall and seeing your breath for the first time since Spring, and to Isabelle Ya Feng ... a soul slipped by like two ships passing in the still, moonlit sea.
-- Abraham Ahmed, the Surfing Beatnik



Oh God, you are here....




This morning waves climbed out from the static flattness of the sea to become a religion for we so thankful followers. Mainstream, nay, provide me with a vast cathedral of sky and marble floor of salt water and leave me to enter the perfect moment alone and wiley.
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