“A Child’s First Florida”
“For the first time, the sight of the ocean, in half-light under a partial moon, agleam with the tender lunar light caressing its surface, the deep bass explosions of the surf as it hit the beach, its ever recurrence. Smells of salt and rotted sea-vegetation. Powerful concussions, like those of sea-launched artillery shells, booming and echoing against the hotels across from the water. Dark pods of coconuts like cannonballs ready to fall from their bomb bays beneath the fronds.”