It was Wednesday of this week, in Santa Monica, at a new cafe across the street from my usual cafe.
I went outside for a little break and to make a phone call. I called my wife, talked story points for the new novel.
It had been an exceptional day. Filled with serendipitous moments. A great meeting at Sony Studios with the director of the film project I’m writing. A great meeting also with the guy who will be revamping my alto saxophone, enabling me to play music again, after a fifteen year hiatus. And then a new cafe, filled with the promise of new cafes, where I know no one and can focus on focused writing. It was a good day.
I turned off the phone and seconds later saw the decorative Christmas lights, which hang year-round between street signs, suddenly swing and shake wildly. I thought we were having an earthquake.
Which brought a strange memory, of telephone wires swinging wildly a few years ago. I thought that was an earthquake as well…