Our Town

The dots in the ocean are surfers--there were so many of them this afternoon--colorful spots and lines on the dark water. In a very short time we saw: an old-fashioned carriage pulled by two gorgeous horses with big furry feet, a tiny black and white dog eating an apple, a row of blackbirds watching the beach from front row seats in the iceplant, and later, in the library, a man with a tree on his head. It was a lovely afternoon.