Often, a contrarian among the bunch

The faces of the waves are dappled by the wind, rearing up only to curl over in foam and spray against a leaden white-grey sky.  The horizon line is not straight, rather an undulating rhythm of waves.   Standing at water's edge, you feel the exhilaration of the beauty before you.  The rain drifts in showers across the landscape.  
It has rained all nite, gently, off and on.   The garage light clicking on and electronic beeps let us know a brief power outage occurred.   If we wait, it will go out automatically and we will drift back to sleep.

(  . . .  reads like a writing exercise, but I wanted to capture it.)

The extra is a staggering of waves.

Found a replacement rice reheating bowl at the Windward Potters sale.

61degF early morning broke previous record.