Monday morning

• Mother Ocean starts whitecapping way out from shore, then slams her high-tide froth onto the beach.  Few walkers out.  No sunrise.  The sky is socked in with flat gray.  Darker gray streaks at the horizon look like rain, though it's not forecasted until mid-afternoon.  The Palmetto fronds are whipping wild in the wind.  Still a balmy 67 degrees.
• Want to ride my skateboard Pinkie since there's no reason to sunrise walk, but afraid the wind will dump me off in no time.  I'm not too surefooted on her without 25mph of wind hitting me.  She's getting mighty bored, though, all alone under the bed.  I promise, Pinkie, when the storms clear, I'll take you riding.
• Woke up ready to write, to dive back in to the memoir that was flowing so well yesterday.  Good day to stay inside and create.
• Yall have a great day wherever you are and whatever you do.