While buying my rhubarb the other day I overheard a
woman speak of seeing
whales. Unable to march promptly to the
beach I saved my journey for today. Sadly no whales but lots of ships, at least twenty. While out I met a
rainbow-bearded busker with more tambourines than anyone on stage at a Village People concert. He played a tune and talked fervently about his life in his Castle of Kindness where he practices his
art. I continued on feeling pleased by my encounter with this friendly fellow.
