Today is Bliss

That is all.

Goofy-Footed



  I pee in the shower.



Sometimes I imagine I'm the lead singer in an all girls punk rock band.

I always double-dip

I absolutely love seeing semi trucks at night, all lit up.

I think they look like dragons.

It makes me extremely uncomfortable when people where shoes inside. I also dislike wearing socks.

 I think the moon is made of cheese.

Justin Bieber Beat Me Up

Surf wound.

My niece was looking at my surf board and I asked her what I should name it and she told me:

"Justin Bieber"

Needless to say I wasn't thrilled by her decision, but I couldn't change it after that.

Write me a letter

Stuck out here catching rain drops on cold skin, salty to the taste, while attempting to grasp last chances, as you turn everything into birds and fly away.
Take me with you. 

That smile, tugging my leash, my heart strings too. Driving to the water, watching waves. "You're standing on my sternum don't you climb down darling."
Let me in.

You're too shy to tell if I'm right, or wrong, or why.

Waiting for the Sun to Rise.

Salty Breakfast

On the Menu:

Homemade yogurt, with homemade granola, and blackberries I picked from my backyard, with hand ground coffee prepared by means of a press. Everything was finished with a fine dusting of sand, when eating at the beach it's inevitable.

I went for a paddle this morning, and the sun rises so late now, it was not my usual beautiful sunrise mornings. The sky looked sodden with heavy grey condensation, and the on-shore winds were cold, and the wavy salty water sprayed on my naked face. Dipping paws into what seemed icy water to the bare flesh stiffen the fingers until a numbness set in.

It was fantastic.

Cold Morning Sand

Morning Paddle

Waking up, pulling the thick layer of neoprene up and over my body, walking across the street to the beach with board under arm and seeing my wifey already in the salty water put the biggest smile on my face this morning.
Paddling out into the little bay that is Gonzales beach, sun rising, and visits from seals is the best way to start a day I think.
I know. 

After returning home, rinsing off, eating breakfast I returned to the sandy shore to enjoy a bodum full of hot coffee, and played on a neat protruding log:

  

Lucky Girl

It's been a sandy toes kind of morning.

This is Where I Live

Good Morning Ocean.

My watch alarm beeped me awake at 8:02, beep, beep, beep. After grabbing pants, boiling water, hand grinding awful coffee, I lightly stepped the 2 minute walk to the beach with steaming bodum in one hand, the empty mug I found at the free store on Denman Island in the other. Walking down the sloping paved path, the smell of salty air hit my sleepy lungs, and I sucked back the sun through each pore of my skin.

Sitting on a concrete ledge, sipping on the hot brown liquid I watched the community of dogs, and dog walkers along the beach. They all seemed to know each other, five furred friends I saw at once playing with sticks and balls, in and out of the water, in and out of the water again. Their owners chat about them, about themselves, about each other. They all move on along the beach to start their days, as the sun continues to rise.