Cities can be like theaters.  Some always mount lackluster shows that are easy to walk out on.  Oceanside—where I live—isn’t like that.

There is an almost collisional exchange of visual and sensory energy.  Light there seems to respond to different laws, and it has a prism-like effect on people and nature.   Within half a mile of the water’s edge, I often feel it as an undeniable sense that something’s about to happen.  I’m trying intently to listen.