But in the world there is no power more threatening and terrible than the prophetic word of the poet. The year could have easily been 1920 at that moment. We were having a glass of wine at a cozy restaurant in the old town of Pismo Beach.
Palm trees line the street and an antique lamp adorns the hotel window.
The only thing missing is the horse and carriage. In a hazy fever. Burnt by the Sun. Of course, it is not unusual for me to learn about Russian landscapes, poetry and politics from Pamela, given her passionate love of Russian history. She came close to getting her Ph.D. in Russian Studies at the University of Washington until the rain and the pressure drove her back to California.