Thoughts Spawned from a Day at the Coast.

A can of Lysol sitting in a phone kiosk/Apparent inability [of others] to understand the purpose of the Left Lane/Rubbish bins that are multiplied like rabbits/Icy water numbing my toes/Signs posted begging us to not drive drunk/despairing in the view of clearcut timber/Wind filling my ears with sand/NW mist surrounding the Haystack/Re-learned multi-tasking: reading Mrs Pollifax, eating bagels, soaking up the sun/Singing with my sister while Sister Maria attempts to pass a typical Oregonian, driving 3 miles under the speed limit