Monday, July 27, 2009

mood: grey

We were hoping for a coastal walk, with the expanse of flat water under the big sky, quiet, except for birds and wind over the short brush, where the sun , creating diamond sparkles over the the moving ocean would warm our spirit.
But the summer fog was rushing its wispy wool over the bluff and so, we spread our blanket on the grey sand and with our eyes half closed, distinguished some monochromatic figures in the distance.

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