Monday, January 24, 2011

Briefly, a thought

I soaked my shoes today in the Pacific. Didn’t mean to. My pants as well. There I was standing at the water’s edge watching the surf when it enveloped my feet and splashed up my jeans. I chalk it up to genius preoccupation, or early onset crazy. Time will tell. Anyone watching must have been surprised by my jolted reaction, though. “Wasn’t he looking right at the water? Get the kids. We’re moving down the beach.” I believe Sally Field did something comparable in Sybil, but I wasn’t missing any time so I think we can safely rule out any kind of dissociative disorder. That can only mean genius. Didn’t Einstein forget to wear pants to a dinner party once? Same thing. And on what was I so keenly focused that the ocean could rush upon and remind me of my place? Well that’s the wonderful thing about thoughts, isn’t it? They belong to no one but the thinker.

I. will. not. tell.

You will, however, be happy to know that I rode the bus back home with barrel-chested dignity despite my squelching steps and water sagging jeans.


3 comments:

Julie Buz. said...

"They belong to no one but the thinker." - I love that feeling.

This is SO beautiful, Carlos.

Silly Swedish Skier Says So said...

That beautiful photo needs to be sooo much bigger. I had a brilliant aunt that couldn't tell her left from her right and never knew what her own car looked like- she found it by looking for her license plate.

JennAventures said...

And something tells me your fellow bus riders eyed you and had to grab Sally and move to another seat.

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