Coruscation

e waters surface scratched in a ne pattern, as though passed over by a rough brush, bristles cutting the bright blue, blue-green, or tarnished silver, where the low sun hammers an entire quadrant to the South. Coruscation Reminder of the salt of ocean, along with sand, scouring everything in sight. Even the sky seems bleached by their eects, allied to harsh, glaring sun. A stillness in the spaces between car noises and clips of conversation in the distance kept by tiny waves breaking at a sharp diagonal, slapping sea duck wings, uttering breeze against an ear. Coruscation e last draggers eke out their upkeep dragging whatevers left, slowly, methodically, turning oil into death. We do the same, driving here to taste of that which lasts, sun on water. salt and sand, the sound of wind and waves. Coruscation Antonio Dias 11.02.11