North end of Manhattan Beach
NaSmaStoMo entries for days one through three:
Jan 1: The puffy white jet streams intersect the morning’s clear blue sky, belying those dire predictions of rain.
Jan 2: The bubbles dance on my cement pool’s surface, waiting for the birds to drink.
Jan 3: My little Buddhas in green, gold, silver, and stone, greet me with laughter, success, and good health. They watch me closely as I write.