Debussy, my radio

I spent the day at the beach with my friend, the ghost of musical composer Claude Debussy. He didn’t have a bathing suit, and seemed to be okay wearing his suit.

He refused to put on sunscreen, so he borrowed the umbrella I keep in my car.

I like spending time with the ghost of Debussy because he’s lyrical in his demeanor. He feels like a walking song. He doesn’t say much, but he feels like music. I guess in some ways he’s the radio I like to bring with me to the beach.