He’s looking at her and she’s looking at him and that might be enough, just enough, to start things into wonder. It rolls into wonder, and she wonders some things about him, and he wonders about her, and some of the somethings are exactly the same. There is a life of adventure behind them as vast as the beach, and adventure before them as vast as the sea. One holds more adventure than the other, and they are both about ready to wonder if the one they’re embarking on is less. They will find out that their suspicions are correct, if they decide to go forward with the suspicions.
This is another story that takes place in Santa Monica hotels where the dreams from the night before turn out to be true as the day wears on, and this is the price paid for leaving adventure behind. It’s as small as a sand dollar, but larger than anything that can be measured with the human hand. This is the same afternoon that the smell of garlic coming from the local restaurant will remind her of a favorite Thai place, one that she has forgotten about. She forgot because it’s been here, waiting for her all along.
This is the same afternoon the leads into the evening when he finds out that his very favorite folk musician is in the same cafe they are. These sudden surprises should be misleading them, forecasting adventures to come, and tempting them to take this road. But they are not mislead, and see that although these adventures are large, the next ones, the ones right around the corner are very small. But they take it anyway, because they can see that this is like the sea, and as far as they can see, there is an immanent threat of calm, and they like the calm so much that they assume that it has something to do with taking this trip together.