We drove out to the coast before sunrise. The fog didn't lift until nearly ten, and then all at once the whole bay was there.
Sam brought the thermos that leaks. We laughed about it for an hour and drank cold coffee anyway.
Dad would have loved this stretch of road. I keep catching myself about to call him about it.
I'm not as okay as I've been telling everyone. Writing it here because it needs to be written somewhere.