Peeping past the Panes

Commanded to look out my window. And what do I find? At the sight of such bright light? Nothing but stark white. A scene so blank it bites. I’m taken aback blind. For a split second. Till I stand vision corrected. Eyes adjusted having a clearer picture now crossing my mind. If I’m able to disregard the telephone wires running every which way across our little valley. On my way to spotting first the ocean. Followed by the pier. Then to the south Pedro point. Pausing and pulling my eyes away for only a moment to take a pull off a joint. Before in the blink of an eye wink settling my gaze upon a horizon purely turquoise & pink. Until the green light flashes. And dusks endearing twilight accents the waves crashing the party. Drinking it all in before the adamant shadow shows it’s colors. Throwing shade until finally fading altogether. Best we let The Left Coast undress and rest.