This morning, Bolinas is an island of sunshine in a sea of fog. Mist is spilling over the ridge. San Francisco is shrouded, as well as all of the Pacific. But all around the shore, the waves are sparkling and studded with surfers. A gentle and oddly warm wind has been blowing since dawn, and on my early-morning walk everything seems to glitter and dance.
I wrote this yesterday… but today is almost as lovely!