Tanned by the sun. Golden. Surfacing waves chase the shore, white foam left behind, seagulls flock to feed. Slender fingers barely touch tips, nervous habits. Night fall cast in the background, curtains hang low, painted frames survive. One arm carries a jacket, another bare. Perfection. Shadows play a part, the mood is heavy, a one-sided face. Pensive. Delicate features, defined muscles. Beauty. Remember the time. Too many secrets. Cover-up.
December 11, 1998