When was a child, I was down at the beach, making a sand-castle, on all four.  That was the time of my life.  Where the ocean met the sky was a slash, straight 'cross my eyesight; but on this horizon I could see something fishy splashing in the fading, glimmering waves.  It was my first vision of the mermaid.  Out there, half-real against the dusty ( Read more... )