The trees are covered in a beautiful moss,
and I spent a few moments staring at all the colors, channeling Andy Goldsworthy:
We went down to the beach, and crunched our feet on thousands of mussel shells. It sounded, truly, like we were stepping on fortune cookies.
The sky couldn't decide if it wanted to be sunny or stormy, so it split the difference:
I took Rosebud home, drove into the neighboring town, and walked around. Unfortunately the library was closed for some reason, but the tortilla factory was open. So was the the little book shop and the hobby store. And Ernie's.
It's different here.
