Cool breeze.
Up early and full of creativity. Auto parts store is closed for a while yet. I look up to the sky and feel the sweet coolness of the breeze. God its beautiful today.
So I drive down to the seawall and sit. I soak up the sun, feel the air and watch cormorants, gulls and the slow pace of sailboats on a Sunday morning. I think about their grace and artful shape.
A woman pulls up behind me playing bluegrass from her car. She asks if it's bothering me and I tell her no, and thank you for sharing.
Twenty warm minutes pass with twangy gospel, the music of America's Heart, on the ocean's edge.
Ah.
So I drive down to the seawall and sit. I soak up the sun, feel the air and watch cormorants, gulls and the slow pace of sailboats on a Sunday morning. I think about their grace and artful shape.
A woman pulls up behind me playing bluegrass from her car. She asks if it's bothering me and I tell her no, and thank you for sharing.
Twenty warm minutes pass with twangy gospel, the music of America's Heart, on the ocean's edge.
Ah.