yesterday, I rode a wave all the way in, an occurrence rare enough to be remarkable. I landed near a promenade of people. I looked past their rows of legs for what they were waiting for. a wedding? someone’s birthday game?
I approached. a boy had a ball near where the surf crashed, but was staring at the beach beside it. it moved. turtles, newly hatched, were clawing their way across the hot sand, none bigger than my thumb. when they felt the thunder of the waves, their legs beat faster, until one by one, the ocean caught them, spun them around and over, bore them to sea for the first time.
may this year hold a taste of such surrender into the great and unpredictable world, and with it, the feeling of being deliciously and irrevocably free. feliz ano nuevo. feliz dia nuevo. todos. my love. dr j.