the poverty of place and peculiar power. this place may be paved soon and it's lovely decay become another forbidding concrete open air bunker. perhaps we can hope that the feds will have other stuff to ruin under king trump, and the city is bankrupt so they may leave it alone. the beach is growing now as though asserting and expanding itself to appeal to more of us to save her. i have so little energy and wonder how i'll survive another winter, yet knowing that pebble beach and spring will come if i do has been an inspiration for many seasons. 
we're going to have to find ways to keep hopelessness from paving us over.