The early morning mist
dissolves. And the sun shines
on the Pacific. You stank like
Balboa the Conquistad one.
On the cliff top. Among the last of
the monetery cypress trees.
The old whale's hut is abandoned now.
But what whales still swims through the mild waves.
Sea otters float on the calmer waters.
Cracking abalone shells on their chests.
Humming birds take nectar from the red hibicus.
Pelicans splash lazily in the surf.
Wander down a winding path, onto gentle sands.
Ocean crystal clear. Sea anemones. Turquoise waters.
Total immersion. Ecstasy.

TODAY IS THE TOMMOROW YOU WERE PROMISED YESTERDAY

-- Victor Burgin
"Today is the tomorrow you were promised today"
1941