“Santa Cruz”
“Small coves, whose pellucid green water revealed every detail of their bottoms, seemed about to yield up, at any moment, a lovely mermaid, her locks dripping, her tail slowly waving in contentment. Theo would round a curve and encounter a Monterey pine or cypress, hiding in its branches a cacophony of invisible birds. He would stand, stunned, as pools of sea water, caught atop rocky outcroppings, got transformed by sunlight into quicksilver shields, electroluminescent eels, and Zeusian breastplates.”