Nobody home
Just kidding
Everybody is home
We all live here

Our feet in the sand
Reminds us of what we’re made of
Mostly anyway
Mostly made of earth

But some of us are also made of fish tacos
And if I tell the truth here
I must say I’ve spent more time
Eating fish tacos at the Brigantine
(a nearby PCH corner establishment)
Than I have on this beach

I’m also not too proud
To shamelessly boast
That a few large canvas prints of mine
(different images, not this one)
Grace the walls
As you walk into the restaurant
And I think that is really rather something
Considering all of the amazing artists
Who live here
And paint these shores
In their own amazing ways
(and many of whom I have shared
many a happy hour with
consuming said fish tacos
and pints of beer
at that very same establishment)

But I ramble

The point I was trying to make
Is that even when I am painting
A piece of coast
With an empty lifeguard tower
And the mother of all stairways
While the tide nearly washes
My easel to sea
And the good fellow
Who commissioned this painting
Is standing by
With a frisbee
and a cooler bag
Full of cold beers
And the sand between my toes
Reminds me once again
Of who I am
And what a joy it is
To live here with all of you
(yes, you)
Well…

Wait, what was the point of this?
I forget…
Nobody home

Let’s meet for tacos
Soon