Crazy low clouds in the SJ.
Misty wraiths rising off early morning still water...
Fog line comin' in, soon all will be white!
Cepheus is, as usual on any given morning, disturbing the seagulls and crows. The two species seem to mutually co-exist on this semi- permanent sandbar, and they seem to mutually take off when my semi large dogs approach. But sometimes I think those birds are talking to me, they will fly close to me, and chirp and chitter. I envy birds, I know that they only fly to hunt and catch food; but to fly? My friends, oh, what would I give to experience the elation of flying on one's own volition!
The singular crow waits in front of the front...
Reflectivity...
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