Snapshots from the new year. A schoolyard hen.
Backyard carpeted with avocado petals after February’s high winds.
Gao in homeroom. Running a knife through the quivering cake– still warm– made me realize I have not dealt with this stuff since New Haven. The cold metal PO boxes; the Scotch tape; the careful penmanship from a great-aunt’s hand; the leathery puck. Nian-nian-gao-sheng: to raise oneself up each year.
30-ish candles and a 1983 Napa, sentiment atop sediment. (That’s the glass!)
And now the kapu season. Squidless and sober until I return from Hilo.