The Fijian pointed at the island topline. “You see it?” I didn’t see it. I wasn’t even sure what I was supposed to be seeing. “The Sleeping Giant. There. His belly. His boobs. His nose. You see it?” Still air…

I saw them last night, an older man walking his dog. The dog’s hind legs were collapsing with each step, as he pushed himself along with whatever energy his front half could still give him. The guy moved as slow…