When the tide comes in, the smaller sandpipers move with it, running in unison away from the waves. As the water retreats, they all rush back, a cloud of tiny birds on toothpick legs. They glide across the sand. When I get closer, they all chirp together. It’s a chorus of one thousand tiny peeps and twits. There are a lot of crab shells out today. Many are small and tossed across the wet sand. There are also a lot of jellyfish chunks. They’re clear and round and hiding in the foam. I don’t want to step on these.
An invitation to be in the moment
This morning we decided on a spontaneous trip to Baker Beach with our two-year-old son.
Our city by the bay is done with Summer. That summertime fog that we wake up to is no more.
Homeward bound after a month in the USA
One day-One Hour- One Minute- It will happen. It is inevitable. Except it already has.
Top 10 Things To Do In San Francisco
If you live in San Francisco, you know to avoid Eddy and Leavenworth Street... *stab*
Wrote this the day after the attacks in Paris but was reminded of it this morning when I read the news about the bombing in Turkey
In Search of Color