Dry in the mountains, dry in the flats, and the coyotes are living close by this year. Woke to the pre-dawn howls of a large pack, long minutes of those wild voices. No more sleep so I walked the dogs. Pearl light, yeah yeah, a cliche, but that's how it looked, how it felt, smooth and cool. Here's the sun about to rise, and some blue flowers on the bluff, and the tent a movie crew put on the pier, and a barbeque someone left on the beach last night.