Rolling in
Sunday, May 28, 2006
The fog. Deep and dark and wet. But I loved it. No bugs. No heat. Just lovely grey mist. And surfers and waves crashing. Bliss.
My son. Wants to be a surfer. And an artist. Why not.
Fun. Without the Sun.
While I. Can't take me eyes off nature.

Five minutes away. This is what we were met with back at home. See the fog bank out at sea. What a difference a mile makes.






9:40 PM
Thank you, you're right, Connie.
I will stay safe and look forward to every minute away and look even more forward to every minute that passes that means I can be home again.