Calm waters, boats in the harbor, and as Steinbeck said, “They walked side by side along the dark beach toward Monterey, where the lights hung, necklace above necklace against the hill. The sand dunes crouched along the back of the beach like tired hounds, resting: and the waves gently practiced at striking, and hissed a little."
Well, actually it was a lot less menacing today.
Just about fifty five degrees at 7:45 am, motley seabirds resting on roofs, large and small boats at anchor, their catch safe for another day at least. Old Italian fishermen yelling at each other, then slapping each other on the back. A furtive, stooped-over homeless man, checking for cans in the trash, looked at us with vacant eyes, but he smiled. We smiled back. Happy Thanksgiving 2013.