During the spring, it was my ritual to go to the beach and watch the fish in the water. I’ve heard people talk about how dirty Miami Beach is, but they don’t know. Miami Beach stretches along Collins Avenue and from neighborhood to neighborhood, not only do the people and atmosphere change, so does the water. As you approach North Beach, the water is magically clear, revealing all the tiny creatures of the deep. I can see the blood red nail polish blending into the morning water dance. I wonder how the building will affect this ritual. Cranes in the sky like strange new birds. Concrete where there was sand. Concrete where there was sand. When does it end? Lately, it’s been so hot, I haven’t made it to see the sun creep out of the water like a secret. But I’ll be back.
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