new surf dialogue

In Brighton, beach burb of Dunedin. Found a trailer park and a good weekly rate to hide out and type up the paper. Surf is here. Sun is up and then it hides and reappears. Duck pond window view out the back conjures up romantic visions of Thoreau, but the little bald man hanging up his camo-bikini briefs to dry on the wind brushed clothesline out the front brings me back to reality. In a good way. stay tuned.