Well, more rambling than usual. 

I went surfing.  It was one of those days where the -ness of it all leaves you breathless and at home.  As if God had honeysuckle for breath and the ocean served up great golden mountains of water to slide down.  And it must be paradise because everywhere from here is the wrong way.

Now I am on the train.   My phone has died and I cannot remember anyone's phone number so I have you.  And the window.  And I am glad to report that the clouds and the water and the decaying piers, and the whistle and the sore lower back, and even Martinez are all where they are supposed to be. 

Enjoy the sunset.