Lalo stood, she was wrapped in a blanket, they both looked out at the Pacific from the Santa Monica pier, watching a few fishermen observe their cast lines stretched out into the sea.
The wind from an offshore storm was disturbing the fishing, unsettling the surface of water with capillary waves growing in size. Billowing, the lines of swells came rolling in to break against the pillars beneath the platform where they stood.
He pressed his cheek to hers, so she might follow his finger pointing out the largest waves crashing into the beachfront, their movement explained by the transfer of energy and…he transferred his hand to the small of her back, feeling the frequency of the heaving sea traveling through the pillars into the raised wooden walkway through her feet and into her bones. They shivered under the blanket as vibrations thrummed the floor boards. The reflection of amusement park and city lights distorted on the water as the sun dipped below the horizon. They left the pier passing a few lingering couples and fishermen busy collecting their tackle and ventured down a stairwell to cross the sand, holding each other for warmth, the high pitched roar of the breaking waves reverberating all along the coastline, clear night settling in. A cluster of stars shown overhead. "Leo has lost his tail.” She said, referring to the constellations, “But Berenice has gained her hair.” And she smiled as Lalo looked up at a clump of faint stars known as the Coma Berenices, the hair of the queen.
Just found this photo taken on earth day 2014 and my baby brothers birthday, who just turned 50 this year. He took this photo of our Mom, his 2 kids, me and Henry at Henry's surf team apartment right on Mission beach. The setting sun was coming in strong - the light and ocean view was something to behold. #familylove#stripes