where the ocean meets the sky

i think, perhaps, that math is my kryptonite.

that is all.

well, that, and that today in music class we were listening to beethoven. one of the last string quartets he ever wrote brought such a vivid image to the forefront of my thoughts that i felt sure time had stopped: the strings sounded like the way high heels looked pressing into the turf around my grandfather's grave as we stood under the beating sun, praying. i could smell, taste, feel and hear every nuance of those moments like i was living them all over again.

it was terrifically bizzare.