08 November 2007
It's a long afternoon, sitting here tending to visitors who don't come. The sky outside, the sky I can't really get out under since I have to "mind the store", is a uniformly pale gray. Only the slightest deepening of the gray differentiates the sky from the near-waveless Pacific. And the ocean blends softly into an even darker gray sand horizon. The mood is only accentuated by reading graying 40-year old pamphlets advocating for a new national park, replete with 1960s black and white photographs...all while wearing a gray shirt and gray-green jeans. Is it any wonder my beard feels grayer on days like this?