4 A.M. in Monterey

This is what happens.

Tense before the drive,

  and again after.

Few hours of sleep,

 but no reason to toss in my bed.

Time to explore.

Try to find a breakfast cafe.

  One for later,

    when they finally awake.

At least I can use it for an excuse.

Downhill walk,

  almost to the wharf,

   and I am awake enough to dread the return.

Enjoying the chill,

 dressed in shorts,

   and t-shirt.

It is so quiet.

During the night,

 I could call this home.

Half past five,

 I wander uphill.