OCEAN beach was so wide this morning during a great run in the wind that piled up sand like hills up to the seawall and steps.
By the sea where the beach seemed endless and one could walk forever, it was foggy and cold and I could climb slippery Seal Rock where thousands of birds flocked and mussels clung to the side and close by on the beach birds of different feathers (crows and seagulls) stood together and devoured a dead baby shark I imagined in my private thoughts was Donald Trump and his supporters...
Meanwhile, helicopters like something out of M*A*S*H hovered over a turbulent sea staging a rescue that looked real... There's a pic somewhere we decided should be San Francisco Picture of the Day; though, we liked the sleeping American Bisons as well...and then the gracing Bisons and the Heron we came upon back in Golden Gate Park ...
Then in a dark and almost sinister cave we came upon a shocking face of a god. A sleeping man we awoke, and the lone man half covered in a sleeping bag smiled at us in the light . . .