This is how we began: cerulean sky and an expanse of water, right outside our window.
The next morning was more like:
Every day I spent there, I wrote. Not literally as I must when at work, but as a poet might. I tried to see everything as an artist. I'd nearly forgotten I had it in me.
But I found plenty to inspire...
Crab sandwich and clam chowder? Check. Salty wind and view of the Bay? Check. Random bluesy Elvis crooner? Check.
When the clouds blew past us, we were left to enjoy a silver-tinged landscape.
So we did.
The next morning was more like:
Every day I spent there, I wrote. Not literally as I must when at work, but as a poet might. I tried to see everything as an artist. I'd nearly forgotten I had it in me.
But I found plenty to inspire...
Crab sandwich and clam chowder? Check. Salty wind and view of the Bay? Check. Random bluesy Elvis crooner? Check.
When the clouds blew past us, we were left to enjoy a silver-tinged landscape.
So we did.
Looks wonderful! We were just a little further south enjoying a similar landscape.
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