Standing on the promenade watching pelicans preen on the rocks. Bay seals sleek in the water.
A young man standing near me, pale skinned, his tee shirt tucked into his jeans, takes pictures on a mobile. He looks at me nods, smiles.
I say,
‘Isn’t this a beautiful day.’
‘Yes, amazing man. Beats being in prison.’
He tucks his mobile into his pocket, picks up a bike resting on the ground near him, smiles again. Cycles away.
I stand a little while longer staring at the water, at pelicans preening, seals playing.
22nd September
Fisherman’s Wharf Cove
Monterey Bay
California
Fascinating who you meet by simply standing in one spot.
How was it being by the sea again after spending such a long time driving through deserts and such vast landscape?
Glorious-the Pacific is equally vast!
But travelling across New Mexico, Arizona & the Mojave Desert will stay-maybe these were the landscapes where I felt closest to my father.