At Pirates Cave, Avila Beach

Here at the Pirates Cave, weather today is warm and sunny. Water down below is deep dark green. The place seems quite a bit dirtier than last time I visited here. The rocks are more dusty, there are more trashes lying around, and water near rock is full of brown algae and salty foams. But the view is still pretty. Sky is light blue, and ocean water keeps coming in and breaking in to white foams and ripples when it heats sharp rocks that are embedded here and there beneath the cliff. Not very far from where I and my friend are sitting, there are two big white rocks that are serving as resting islands for sea gulls. The birds seem to e at peace – resting their white bodies on big great white rock out of the deep greenish-blue ocean, with white ripples and sun-washed waves surrounding them. The ocean is hypnotizing – giant blue smooth surface of fabric that is gracefully restless. Seagulls fly in harmony with rhythm of the movement of the fabric. They fly with their snow-white wings with gray patches on top moving gracefully in the ocean breeze. I, with my friend today, let in to this view of ocean by the cave, suddenly want to dwell here.

Quite a distance away from us, near the pier, clouds are gathering up and scattering. The clouds are almost fog like, misty and shiny. I wish I was a seagull, to be able to freely take off from this rock I’m seating, to be able to fly over the giant blue body of water, to the misty field of cloud.