Foggy morning at the ocean.

The air is still getting smoky from the Walbridge fire, especially in the afternoons. The immediate danger to my household is past, so I headed out to the coast today. The foggy marine layer still covered everything when I arrived, and I gulped the delicious air.

As I arrived, memories washed over me with the sound of the waves. I hadn’t been to this beach since Dave died. This was his kind of place for family parties, kite-flying, beach BBQs, and getting away from the heat. Or long beach walks in the fresh ocean air, like I was doing today. 

It’s been four years since he died, probably five since I’d been here. It was good to be back.