Am I in the dessert?

No, I’m on the beach.

It’s 7am.  Quiet.  The mist is retreating.

I’ll sit here, drinking my coffee, make drawings in the sand.

Sweetie crosses paths with a cougar.

She thought she saw a man walking in the mist ahead of her.  Instead, she found large cat prints, back foot stepping into the print of the front foot, silent walker, quiet watcher.

Better stay close, Happy pup.

It sure is magical.