Monday, June 09, 2014
water, wind, writing and staying alive.
This is a beach off the coast of Morocco. I was there to talk to students about writing. Sifting through pictures that would make sense with today's topic I grabbed this one because just looking at it reminded me of the sound of the water that day. It wasn't rolling onto the beach, it was attacking it, pounding the sand, roaring. And that kind of fury is stabbing at me this morning. Most of the people I am writing about in Limori are beyond fear. All but one. And that is the one I will follow home today once the writing is done. We need to talk.