A morning walking around Bolinas, CA

Tim and I passed a handful of joggers with dogs on Bolinas' Mesa as I walked around drinking coffee from an insulated mug. Tied around my waist with an old piece of marine line, Tim tugged and wagged his tail, pulling me away from the dewy grass on the shoulder and into the dirt road. Smelling each other's asses, the dogs undoubtedly circle, tangling th…