Steph finds the buzzing monster buried deep in the covers by her feet.
Ocean spray, Palomar air, preferred parking. Thoroughbred club, Kentucky turf, gates open. Pearl-snap shirts, weathered jeans, shit kickers. Collared shirts, linen shorts, boat shoes. Printed tees, cowboy boots, straw hats Silk sheaths, feathered bonnets, scuffed pumps Chestnuts, at the post, down the stretch, five and a half furlongs. Claims race, blinkers on,
My gale swelled with love for these smokey sapphire and golden-flecked gems.