Earnest Hemingway just ran by. He looked like some Greek Neptune – Chiseled. Granite. Solid. Even his features were mythic. He skated across my canvas.
Behind him, gentle swells rise and fall. Sea air charges him.
He’s tethered to a mystical animal by some sort of umbilicus.
This odd vision of a God tethered to a dog running laboriously in the sand. You could feel the footfall. A statement about how solid and fragile we are all at the same time.
Somewhere down the beach this odd pair shuffles forward. Miles from here by now. Penned by other authors and playwrights.