|San Salvador leaves the harbor|
|She nears the mouth of the harbor--and in black and white below so you can see the moon in the morning sky.|
|And she's out to sea.|
I drove north a mile or two, hoping to catch a glimpse with the sails unfurled, but she was already a mere shadow in the fog, far from shore.
Nice clouds, though.
And a ton of beach glass. All colors, including a rare piece of red and a large chunk from the neck of a bottle.
And now, I have a ton of paperwork to tend to so I can re-fi my house. I have a short story to finish editing, and an essay to send out a few more places, and another essay to put the finishing touches on, and an essay I want to write with a September 30 submission deadline. Wish me luck. And good luck to you with your day. Remember to stand up and stretch, okay?
P.S. Thanks for the love and kind words re my mom's birthday. Last night's party was beautiful. We toasted her. And my friend Carol blew out the candles on her cake via Skype (with a little help from us.)