I was always observing. Even while talking, living, going through every motion, I was watching myself and the situation. That’s a writer. Always observing.
In the tide pool I was riveted by fat pink sea stars sitting like satisfied gangsters and seemingly unconcerned by their exposure; gulls would peck at them but the sea stars simply grew replacement limbs.
Everything was insanely alive, now you see it, now you don’t. I thought, it’s the light, it’s the water, it’s changing every second, it’s always doing this whether I’m here to witness it or not.