I’m use to squirmy, earthy creatures being bait for fish, in the adventures of the gradient blue sea. However, when the sea is humanity, on the street, Broadway in Soho, New York, the bait was a flicker of blue within a pair of ornate spacers.
In the second it takes a dangling object to catch attention, I turned around and jumped ship, into the threads of his blazer and the circles moving like crested waves, as he spoke. The water was warm as this milliner who recently spent six months in Japan told me how he liked his tea.
“I like tea, the Honey Bush Tea from Toby’s Estate.”