Black turtleneck

“I was standing in the ocean. The tide was not strong; it was just that it was dark night. There was no moon and no light. I could feel the wind blowing past my ears.

It was dark; I was tired. I was trying to keep my balance and trying to catch all the waves with my arms.

The tide was not strong; it was just that I was trying to catch all the waves. It was dark; I was tired. I was thinking of home and trying to keep my balance in the ocean.

This has been my life.”

J, an old friend of mine, stopped by the tea room the other day. She was wearing sleek jeans and a simple black turtleneck.