we can't swim now but i want to see the waves. the water in the tunnel under the highway is coming over the wooden walkway. someone used the police barricade to step on. 

 i like the idea of a police barricade not blocking passage but bridging the flood water. the other end i had to jump and got a little wet. on the way back i dropped some stepping stones but had to jump still and got wetter and hurt my hurt splayed toe i hurt with lulu before on the slimed stone beach. feeling like a world of trouble is this world. this plain old ordinary normality. like this what we've long felt encroaching, what we've been waiting toward, is here, and still we wait between the state thugs and the rising tides.