Ritchie shut his eyes and tuned his bandmates out. He thundered his sticks along his tom-toms and broke out into a full-on drum solo. Luiz’s customers caught on—some visibly disturbed by the swell of heavy music on stage, while others whooped and gave approving nods.
A traveling scholar looks to wasps, jaguars, coyotes, bobcats, and owls for a sense of wild recognition, contemplating the mixed consequences of how nature observes itself.
Poverty is associated with darkness, gray, and hopelessness—but out of necessity and lack, substance is developed, ideas are conceived, and artists are born.
He stumbled out of the woods with a book pressed under his arm the day I was explaining to Lacy about the particular loveliness of California ladybugs. Blue faded to white in the legs of his jeans, boring holes in the knees. He had amassed more dirt underneath his fingernails than I had ever dreamed of preserving.