By the time you read this the mist will have burned off and, if you rewind to yesterday's post, that'll be the view from here. But the Little Dog and I, both sleepless at 5 a.m., wandered down to the beach and this is how it looked:

Usually we're pulled north by the series of bluffs and coves but this time, we headed south to the pier. It's quiet under there. Echo-y. (Spell check does not want you to use the word echo-y.)

Watched a black-crowned night heron watch the waves:

Is it possible I've never shown you the Cove from the other side of the pier?

I'm kind of shocked.

Big deal, says the Muffinhead. Hand me that ball.