We went out to Drake's Beach for lunch, and it was warm and sunny. We toured Point Reyes Station, and I supported the local book store. We walked the Earthquake Walk, and now, we are pausing before Bridge and dinner at the Olema Inn. I'm sinking ever more deeply into the ground.
There is a wondrous fallen tree at Shell Beach. I am like that, with branches, reaching to trapeze air, and land.