If I cannot have your voice
The wind and waves will
be my only music
Weather: Warm to hot, moderated by sea breezes
Flora: minimal, because of the salt on the breeze. Live oak grow gnarled and sculptural, shaped by the wind. Some dune-holding plants, and kelp and other ocean plants that get wash on and off of the sand.
Architecture: None, unless you're going to call temporary structures like tents architecture
Customs: Always warn others about encroaching seagulls - they're bold as brass around here.
Mammals/reptiles/fish: all the usual intertidal suspects, anenomes, sea stars, crustaceans, mussels, barnacles
Childhood dream: To spend time here without having to return to "real" life
Found on the Street: sea glass, shells
Graffiti: minimal, and generally effaced by the salt spray
Conspiracy: developers try to find ways to sneak into law ways to make beaches private and keep the public away
Dress: swimsuits, casual wear
Hometown memory: stepping out into the waves, playing with the waves like with a friend
Notable person: Me!
Outside your window, you find: the Pacific ocean
Today’s news headline: Neap Tide reaches Record High
Scrap from a letter: "one day. For now, the wind will have to be my music, if i cannot have your"
Animal from a myth: Kraken
Story read to children at night: The Little Mermaid
You walk three minutes down an alley and you find: A cave in a rock formation
You walk to the border and hear: Highway traffic
What you fear: Developers
Picture on your city’s postcard: Sunset over the ocean