Mark's Pages

September 8, 2012:

Potato chips and Coca-Cola.

Sunset at the equator, orange and gray-blue. Calm, ripples without waves, my host's skiff motionless at anchor. Neighbor island silhouette on red horizon.

Me: tired. Injured. Isolated.

Comfort food. Buzz of salt and sugar and fat and caffeine, while children dive from WWII-era concrete into the last shadows of sunset.