|Here's looking at you, kid.|
It's foggy today. Palm trees wrapped just so. Hovering over the water in that horror movie way. It was my favorite thing about Pacific Grove. I would throw my swanky trench coat and walk. Just walk. Sometimes the fog would get so thick I couldn't see people on the sidewalk until the were right up on me. I could hear the ocean, but not see it. It was sublime.
TGB says I'm weird.