It was international Clean Up Our Oceans! Day so I got up early, went down to the bike, set foot to pedals, forth on the windy streets (!) to the cold fog of Ocean Beach. They gave me two unwieldy plastic bags, a scorecard, and a very long sharp pencil that didn't fit in my pocket.

I recovered twenty-six cigarette butts, four caps/lids, and six and a half mutilated wire coat-hangers.

Someone was kite surfing in the shallows and a couple was wading to their wastes. I mean their waists.

Kept thinking of I thought the ocean, the ocean thought nothing; you are a welcoming back from the ocean.