Tuesday, July 26, 2016

No Finer Place To Be

Wind-whipped waves rock the dock.
Gold sun slips behind the land.
Ferry slides across the Sound.
Summer sky fills with pastel light.
Grey boy feeds the seagulls.

All is well at Mukilteo Beach at sunset, and honestly, I can think of no finer place to be.

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