Strange murky day today. Shafts of "god ray" type light are sometimes managing to make it through the gloom and lance obliquely down to the sea. Wondering if it has anything to do with the cloud of volcanic ash drifting over from Iceland. Probably not.
The dabbling Mallards are scooting about on the glassy sea. There's a guy living in a house behind ours that likes to feed them. We see them often, trooping comically up his drive. Not so comical when they fly down over our house en-masse in the morning, to get to the sea, depositing high-velocity splatters as they go.
New moon. Must get in tune with the tides and lock onto my internal ebb and flow. All say "Ommmmm". Maybe not. Getting enough ebb and flow from all the nice coffee I'm drinking.
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