… lay in shelves along the beach this morning. On some outcrops colonies of gulls sat, fluffing their wings but basically staying put while UD steamed along. Yesterday’s high wind was gone, and the sun shone with amazing intensity for seven in the morning. Despite the cold, I felt its heat on my shoulders.
A calm ocean and a clear sky and a world all mine had me banging on to myself about Being, Nothingness, and My Buddha Nature. Plus other stuff. I forget.