and the glow of a room lit only by twilight and lanterns

i live on the beach. the cute dark hair surfer that looked at me and glanced back a couple more times as i sat in the sand talking to mom of dad and things sad and awry. a cold and pretty, calm and happy/lonely/sad/good friday night on the beach and in my apt. longing and dreaming and thinking. wondering and wishing. cotton pants and mascara for kicks. ambience and imagining.