She suddenly reminded me of 'Tangled up in Blue'. That old Dylan song. The tall thin lady with her intense look and two beautiful children. It's New Year's Eve. I've met her before at the beach in the summer. Embroidered flowers on her jeans. Memories of razor shells, seaweed and a lesson in marine biology. A lover of animals. She's brought along a slim glossy black puppy and her children with musical names. And she's talking about the feeling of blue. A glass of wine in her hand, at the old pine table with friends all around. 200 meters of it underneath you and 40 meters above. Hanging from a rope somewhere in the middle of the ocean. With a camera and a big stick in case of sharks. We were all hanging there with her. Infinite everlasting Atlantic blue. And only odd worries about dropping the camera or stick. Hanging off the end of her rope, she reminded me of a different point of view. Like the song.
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