My camera's sitting on the kitchen table, useless on this mute, bleak day. The sun was out this morning only for its rising. It crept above the water and for a few moments it lit up the sea and the sand. The low-hanging pall obscured it soon afterward and has done so since.
I've been pondering ghosts and shadows and trying to work out the difference between motivation and purpose. Destiny and humanity play their part.
I've also been reading a lot about baseball.