Thick as milk..

Headed to the Light House at Point Reyes on Sunday afternoon.. It was after opening hours by the time we arrived, however there is always a fence low enough ready to be jumped over. Hidden in fog, this place had amazing mysterious feel to it. The air was cold and salty and wind kept messing up my hair. By the time we were about to leave, suddenly, the sky cleared and the fog disappeared. It was sunset time and about the end of another perfect day..