On this eve, I’m inland away from the salty sweetness of cool waters in which time slips into tomorrow as the sun dances into the ocean. I’m inland in the dry golden heat with jazz

squeaking, & fans blowing coolness into my mind, reminding me that time is never linear it is circular in the living that’ll be like a ray of sunshine leading me back to where I began in

the first place, awakening at dawn in the city at the edge of the Bay. Copyright © Jade Wright 2017 Image: Jade Wright 2017