Familiar four seeking a beachy-keen seafull scene paused at a pagoda twiggen, but departed soon afterwards as the gulf’s howl floored where they stood hidden.
Duo doubled began a devious trek with their eyes peeled for a gazebo worth a lick and—surprisingly so—they found a forgotten oven made of mottled brick.
Stony place seemed safely secure, so quad settled in for tide’s tidings and waves’ hellos. Who would have guessed devil a haet would remain after ocean’s bellows?
Neither undeterred nor undermined regarding Mission: Sunset, tuckered troup fell upon a box. It had some holes. It had some sides. And, in it was no sign of Seuss’s fox.
Now, winds could whisper to friendly ears without toppling structures down. Now, wobbly legs could rest a bit inside shore’s wood-framed town.
Pals are ready to in-breathe sails and out-breathe tales, even if stories are relayed with prolixity—for time in splendid spaces can never be too long when favourite company is in proximity. ; )