The fog blows in and birds squawk. Evening comes. It’s been quite a day. I went to Rodeo Beach this morning and was surprised by the number of surfers as the surf seemed small to me, but there was talk of swells, and then, they came.

Elaine and I walked up the hill in search for the labyrinth, which we found and walked. When one is up on the ridge with fog and mist, enchantment insists that oneness exists. As we trust in the flow between us, we encompass what we are, bees to flowers, and waves to shore.