Can I put her there?
You can put whatever you’d like.
Like that?
Yes, like that.
Then down the beach he placed fishing poles dug into the sand and casted out to the sea.
A thing, I did not think the boy had ever seen.
Where did you see that, was it in a movie?
No, I saw it in a dream.
Remember to include the shadow as well.
That’s your opinion?
No, no, no, no, and no, no, no, no, no,
What are your options now?
Is your sun shining?
So, where has your shadow disappeared to?
Oh, that’s nice…
That’s correct.
His brush glides over the windows of a cabin on the hillside as he travels in meditation.
He draws a face behind the glass of that window.
Observing the fisherman as he threw his net.
A golden hour reflected in the golden waves.
Please follow my instructions.
As you can see, it’s really similar.
“I told the kid with the three cowlicks,” I explained.
Is it anything you’re interested in?
Yes, it’s as simple as that.
The brown paint extended to meet the golden as he pushed his brush over the canvas.
I relate the sun to the soil, the tree, and the sky
Just like I do with words and wood.
Is it alright if I include a man?
You can surely do so.
Is it anything you’re interested in?
Yes, it’s as simple as that.
He transformed himself into a little fisherman.
It’s just the right size to go between my thumb and index finger.
However, not with a pole, as I had anticipated.
A huge net was stretched out into the shallows.
If you still know my name, call it.
Your shape and pace,
as well as the creaks in the floorboards,
Have helped me recognize you.
The taste of hairspray on my tongue
And the name the birds gave you are
The only things that identify you.
So, if you still remember, dial my number.