I have always loved reading old diaries of distant lives. Here you can read my ongoing story, a log of riding a log (if you will) with musings, tales, poetry, jargon, secrets, cliches, whatnots and whatever else might pop into my head. So next time you are stuck indoors, pull up a warm chair and read about the simple happenings of my life in the Pacific Ocean.

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Red Tide is so Red that it is Blue


Went on a walk late last night. From the top of the hill, I could hear the waves beckoning. Looking over the cliffs into the deep darkness, a soft blue glowed back.

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