Observation #1, 9/27: Shanty

(Theme: travel)

I awake somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean awash in blue. Someone has taken glaze and made bold, seamless strokes until the sea very well could be the sky or maybe we are flying upside down? The rest of the plane sleeps around me and shafts of bright, salt daylight knife the simulated darkness of the cabin.

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I resist sleep with the sounds of gulls around me, the sea is a sound not a color, a churning, roiling sigh through the thrum of the ferry engines and the sky is muffling felt, a hand clamped down on a tin hiding fireflies or frogs, and the land great hulking skulking spines between them. And nothing but the bite of the wind. Nothing but one pale light, circling, lancing out at us from across the water. 

tan·gen·tial: back with a vengeance and potentially also on rails

Hello all you lovely people in the internet at large!

tan·gen·tial is back and will, until the end of the quarter, serve as a forum for my part of Kelly Magee's ongoing project, Finding Frequency, through her class "Recycled Writing." Other things, like excerpts from writing I'm doing for other classes or in my spare time (if I have any), might also appear here.

Sincerely and with many mixed metaphors, away!