Friday, February 22, 2019

I lie on the couch huddled under a blanket listening to John Luther Adams radio on Pandora.  Unusual sounds filling the room. Not much beat but the room warms  with the sounds.  A leaf blower across the street fits right into this music.

Sitting in the handicap car space by the ocean in Sand City by the Tides Hotel.

Calm silvery blue ocean, piles of seaweed on the sand like dark animals or rocks.  Wave splashing on the sand.  Santa Cruz visible 20 miles across the bay.  No surfers this early morning.

My car is near the portable bathrooms.  I lock my door after a man walks by.  I wait until he can’t hear me.

There are temporary ten foot bluffs sculpted by the tides.  People standing at the edge looking to the future.  Few seabirds.  Waves rising and breaking open across the wet sand and pushing the sea weed piles.