The line up is tight today. The waves are pumping and the locals peer out from the rocky beach line waiting to beat people if they approach the point. Walking, writing, painting… a good morning indeed. What if the ocean was brown? Would we love it as much, I think not. Walking yesterday the waves were brown and it looked gross. Love milk chocolate muddy wheat fields, but brown waves? It’s all about color context right? If we grew up with brown waves, we’d think blue was gross… maybe? IDK. Captain random this morning, but love, love this weekend.