when I left the house it was sunny
and I wore my super wide brimmed hat...
a homeless woman said
"I like your big hat, it's as big as my headache.
Go on girl, walk right cause you a star."
By the time I reached the beach,
the fog had climbed onto shore
and was hugging everything...
it was fun not knowing what lay 20 feet ahead.
I came upon this ewok-dog hybrid named groucho,
according to his owner he likes meat and the ladies.
And on the pier (see photo),
the guy in the striped shirt
was doing the entire Thriller dance,
which was particularly amazing to watch
in the fog
and set to the sound of
harping seagulls and waves rolling in.
