Summer fog hugs the coast. Kelp dresses the sea surface and sea otters frolic at its edge. Two otters roll and toss together, chasing, playing, or flirting it's hard to tell. Cormorants perch on a lone rock. The cormorants dry their wings to avoid the cold. The otters groom for the same reason, and float high in the water on dense fur (a million hairs per inch).
We pedal down Cannery Row and spot a sleek head poking up from the waves. After scanning the water and pressing up against the fence, one or the other of us suddenly recognizes the fifty or a hundred prone shapes below, an entire haul-out covered with seals. Impossible to miss once you notice them.
Late that night I open the window, fresh air for my roommate and the rumbling drums of waves to bring sleep.
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