i went to pebble beach and photographed the stone piles left there as protection which stand as symbols while nothing that the ones in charge want to change can be protected still i wonder what will remain of the magic of the place when it gets buried under concrete. then i went to the coyote place by spider bridge and a rabbit ran by with a hawk in chase and i think i may have saved the rabbit this time. and i saw the fellow who lives at the corner of the fence. he was reading aloud to himself and he looked up and i waved and he waved back. then i took a dip at the point lasting seconds and then met up with laura and elsa. we talked animatedly about intense things and i wondered how the talk might affect elsa, if she would be upset, and i don't know the answer. we all though we may talk more or less and finally little to none are in our own worlds in a way eventually disappearing entirely.