“The evening sun loves her throat and her cheekbones. Her hair the color of cliff grass rises and falls across her face in the breeze” ____ Maggie Stiefvater, The Scorpio Races
As peaceful as the sea birds that fill the palm fronds, we watch the stars sparkle like diamonds against their velvet backdrop. Listening to the sound of ocean waves rushing ashore, slick sea lions glimmer under the cusp of an orange rind moon. The hours pass softly like the sea breeze. We are not tired but exhilarated. Ruffling his hair, I let my clothing drop to the damp sand, motion to him, follow. Together we vanish in the rolling waves.
An excerpt from The Swallows of Capistrano, a collaboration.