A walk at dusk. Down the road to the creek, then back along the beach. Dandelions like schools of jellyfish drifting on the breeze.
The dogs on the road are quiet. Strange old black car parked in the driveway of a house I'd never noticed before.
The tide is low and the ocean calm, a pale blue over everything. Bonapart Gulls in the water, drifting. Across the channel, Texada is fading in and out of visibility.