no sleep
it approaches from the sea, too small for thunder and lighting but ominous as a closed fist and what it will bring nearing us, growing, larger, is completely unknown. Beware the leaves blwing, beware the spot on the sun. All is turned toward it. It rides the brow of the min. Soon, it will shadow one cliff and a small coastal shrine. Do your work well. Behold the work yet to be done.
bands to remember, I dont have a pen.
beach fossils
pearl harbor
duck tails
patrick watson