St. Ives: One City, Two Perspectives
It was all crisp blue water and green cliffsides, purple oysters clinging to midnight rocks.
We arrived on a warm evening and were greeted by an orange sky, salty air, and cobbled streets.
It was all crisp blue water and green cliffsides, purple oysters clinging to midnight rocks.
We arrived on a warm evening and were greeted by an orange sky, salty air, and cobbled streets.
You reached your hand out of the ocean of people, standing stock-still in the middle of an intersection while the masses swarmed around you, and I took it.
“How does she have enough vacation days for this?”
The balance at the end of the day always tilts towards good.
Jane kept my dreams company as I faced unknowns.
No one should do these things. They are not practical and, in some cases, pretty dangerous.
I hope a story of adventure is visible in me when the light shines through.
The professor in charge of my primary tutorial would, in what conservative pundits would later call “a total snowflake move,” offer to move back the due date on that week’s essay.
If you had told thirteen-year-old Helen that in ten years she would be living in England, let alone London, I think she might have fainted in disbelief.
Never before in my life have I been physically stopped in my tracks by the scent of flowers. Never until I moved to Seattle.