I should be redlining a book. Should being the operative word. I am instead trying to find a whiteboard layout from about fifteen months ago in the depths of iPhoto. Which lead to me finding some lovely shots from Yellowcraig and North Berwick taken last October.
I'm normally as fond of the sun as the next goth, but something about these --- and about still being in the fucking dark on my walk home --- makes me want a long, sunny day by the sea. Beach optional. It's all about the sea, and the camera, and the infinite blue.
Unlike other SF nerds, I didn't want to go to space to be in the dark between the stars. I wanted the blue. Still do, really.