Crossed legs, hidden feet.
A gray screen covers everything.
His face turns towards the voice, his good eye staring at the mug she holds in her hands.
A smile, a tumble of waterfall hair, blue-ish hues of roughened cloth
Wind, she turns, her ear memorizing the shape of the moans.
Hair in her face, rough, against a cheek of freckles. Her eyebrows and ears taut in understanding.
The wind moans.
The shoreline sings with no one to hear it, she stands, her clothes flying, arms crossed in front of her cabin of sins.
She stands and waits for the weather to change, waits for the ocean to crawl up to meet her.
He leaps from his place on the couch to encircle her ankles. She picks him up and holds him. He vibrates like her alarm clock. His fur smells like fresh laundry. She closes her eyes against his short fuzzy back and sighs. The air is a mixture of soft cat-like wrinkles and stone cold crisp air.
Her bare feet are rooted to the sea stones but her heart is airborne in the salty wind.
I read an essay entitled “Vital Signs” by Natalie Kusz from The Threepenny Review which narrates the story of Kusz’s childhood in the cold yet familiar climate of Alaska. The essay follows young Natalie from a dog attack to a children’s hospital to learning to live with only one eye after the accident. A few paragraphs towards the end of the essay where Natalie describes her retreat to the coast from her writing career caught my attention and inspired me to write the word scene above.
“…I packed some books and a portable typewriter, drove to Homer on the coast, and rented a cabin near the beach. … I liked it best when the wind was blowing and the sky was grey, and the sounds of seagulls and my own breathing were carried out with the water. … When the tide had gone far out, I climbed the bluff back to my cabin and sat writing in front of the window, eating cheese on bread and orange spritzers or tea. … When the tide started back in I took pen and notebook and sat on a great barnacled rock, letting water creep up and surround me, then jumping to shore just in time” (Kusz, pg. 169).