September 26, 1999: Something in the air in Miami
I am blinded by South Beach—I’m silent, only to listen to the wind. Generations of walking souls, palm trees holding their hands—then letting go…each tossing of thought shakes from the palms the millions of souls still hanging on. Next stop—miles of ocean, possibly their heaven. Why else would these spirits still be here? Overlooking the bay, my imagination rests, as does the writing instrument that took a moment to allow another hand to push ink onto this page.