I took a front row seat at Giant Steps to watch the tide surge in this afternoon. A salt and spray sea breeze cooled me as I listened to the slow roar of eternal surf. A dark slate blue and bright aquamarine ocean churned to white foam heaved against the sun-warmed brown and grey granite under a haze blue sky streaked with alto-cirrus.
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}
stealthdozer's journal
contemplative