Apparition in Seattle

So here I am driving to get on the I-5 when I see this.

The fog was beginning to burn off and reveal the sun streaked sky. A voice in my head rang like a hymn, saying, why work today? Stop and go. Stop and go.

A little closer this time.

A little closer now. A little closer now.

Low Tide

Sandpipers piping in the sand bar at low tide.

The mist was a cloud. We stood at the ocean’s shore, waded in the tidepools, as the wind ripped in every direction.