Scary things

Grey skies, fog, a cold and dying swell... ugh, who wants this?

I drive to the beach early, ready to take the last of Fall's relative warmth. A front is coming, with rain and cold.  But, the fog makes it seem so dreary... and the swell looks confused.  So I wait.

When I return an hour later, the fog is still there, but by the time I decide to just go, something cool happens.  The sun comes out.  Just for about fifteen minutes.  I got one good one and then the sky turned an ominous charcoal grey and the wind whipped up from the north and that, as they say, was that.  I went in and called it a day.

Life on the East Coast.

Oh boy.