The past couple of mornings began with mist that turned to fog at the ocean.
I don't know whether this is what the Ramones had in mind when they sang about Rockaway Beach. I like it, actually: The shadowy figures on the jetty were as clear to me as a dream, and I felt myself opening like a leaf on a bush that would soon flower.
The weather and traffic reports warned of poor visibility. But I had no trouble seeing.
Well, I could see clearly enough to know that Point Lookout would not live up to its name: It wasn't possible to look out very far from there.
But I could still see clearly, the way we can on an invigorating ride.
I don't know whether this is what the Ramones had in mind when they sang about Rockaway Beach. I like it, actually: The shadowy figures on the jetty were as clear to me as a dream, and I felt myself opening like a leaf on a bush that would soon flower.
The weather and traffic reports warned of poor visibility. But I had no trouble seeing.
Well, I could see clearly enough to know that Point Lookout would not live up to its name: It wasn't possible to look out very far from there.
But I could still see clearly, the way we can on an invigorating ride.
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