|It was the luring, crazy winds of afternoon that drew me beachward|
|And it was waves like this that kept me around for awhile|
|We were all headin' for the barn|
|Ensenada Honda seemed so calm and quiet|
|Ok, we weren't all headed for the barn|
|Always a pretty sight|
|Spindrift (which might be my second favorite English word in the world)|
|All that glitters...glitters.|
I was low in the morning sky sundazed and while I thought I was going to swim a bit, the water felt cold without much warmth on it yet. Home again home again. Wave on. Wave off.
Have a more than man-made Monday. Do something mystical.