in the words of martha & the vandella’s, it was a heat wave!
hh, the beast and i took to the streets to keep cool and soak in the seaside life.
i love many things about my street: the big trees, the wide blocks, the whites pickets, but even after 12 years of residency, i still gallop giddy over the front door, ocean view.
we capped off a sunday dinner down at the sand.
louie the crab.
a hot august night indeed.
and just like that it was gone: today we woke to a thick, fog bank so heavy our neighbor’s front door has disappeared.
share with me the snapshots of your weekend m’loves? you know how much i adore hearing from you.