On A Brief but Deep Hiatus from Brooklyn

Here at the American littoral, the sea is very blue and green. The horizon is endless. The hotels are pastel. The sand is pure pleasure beneath the feet. The palm trees sway. The Beat here is first and foremost Latin. Perhaps only Latin, here near Espaniola Wayand Collins Avenue, it is truly the Mother Culture.

For the first time in years and years, the kids were a phone call and an airline flight away. Just me and my honey, recreating the past, going back to that place when we were first together, and did nothing but dream of the future. The future that is now for us the past. So it is time for us to begin to dream again and recreate another future.