Moonglow

He cut the engine. The clack of sprinklers filled the car. The wide empty lawns were veiled in shifting iridescence. One of the rivulets in the flow of his imaginings that morning had been the sight of my grandmother rising to her feet on the topmost step of the main building, in the belted navy blue dress she had been wearing the last time he’d seen her. She had lifted a tentative hand, then dropped it and come tearing down the steps toward him. He would burst from the Buick, leaving the engine running and the door open, and go to her. She would leap into his arms and scissor her legs around his waist. The contact of their mouths would be the fixed point around which the world, the day, and the state hospital would rotate.

—Michael Chabon

Ziad Ezzat

Ziad is a visual designer and front-end web developer with a degree in Economics. Wait, what? Based in beautiful Oakland, California, he currently works full-time as creative director, lead designer, and cat herder for his own freelance agency, Feral Creative Colony. In addition to design, his interests include literary fiction, music, motorcycles, photography, travel, cats, and serial commas.