Saturday, August 8, 2015


Floating logs, half submerged, in the bay.

I sat on a granite boulder and looked at the blue water. Sun was hot on my shoulders but the breeze was cool and damp. The logs moved.

A square head poked up. A spotted gray arch rose wetly and disappeared. And the other.

I watched the seals for half an hour. 

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