It's another misty morning here in Malibu, the kind when even the birdsong sounds muffled. Not much surf today, just a ruffle of tiny waves, a riffle, really, at the water's edge.
To the east the sun has broken through a bit, lit the sea and started the task of burning off this cloud cover. But it's all so muted and I'm impatient so here's a flower from late last week. Ahhh, color.