With coffee in hand, I drove to Golden Gardens and sat on a bench to read. The sky is cloudy but you can still see the snow-capped Olympic Mountains across the Sound. The sun is a hazy light yellow blur in the sky.
Two old ladies walk by, one in a wheelchair, the other pushing. They grin at me as they pass. I grin back and we all say hello to each other with laughter in our voices.
When my hands get cold, I put away my book and walk along the beach.
A woman walks her dog. It is a beautiful German Shepherd with alert, intelligent eyes. She unleashes him and tosses a stick alongside the pressing waves.
A flock of ducks wander in the grass beside the path. I creep up on them from behind but every time I step the flock surges forward until I stand in the center of a semi-circle bending away from me. I get too close and a dozen or so take to the air, landing 20 or 30 feet away. I keep walking and whenever I get close they climb into the air clumsily, wings beating furiously, necks strained forward into yellow, beaked arrows. An old man watches from the path.
Planes fly low over the park on their way to Seattle-Tacoma airport.
Boats travel through. Some are cargo ships with huge metal containers. Others have sails.
On my way back, a man parks his car and walks toward the beach with a plastic zip-lock bag. He scoops sand into it, walks back to his car and leaves.
I found a 100 year old copy of The House of the Dead by Fyodor Dostoevsky a couple days ago. It is so old, the spelling of his name is different. $2.99 at Value Village.
Tonight, me and a few friends are going to Pegasus Pizza on Alkali beach. Tom's Special is one amazing pizza. The only thing that comes close is the Chicago style I had in Detroit.
I have a rental car. Kia Spectra. Drives nice and has an aux input for my ipod. I should know in a day or so how much State Farm is going to give me for my crash.
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