I have news for you.
The way to one beach was blocked by a fallen tree today, but the narrow winding path to another was open.
Overhanging greenery sparkled with crimson rosehips, potent and ready for harvest.
The water itself was pure and clear. Sunlight made diamonds on tiny waves. Burgundy seaweed tangled with ochre bull kelp. Overhead, swans in the shape of clouds flew toward the south.
It is Autumn Equinox, and Heron stands silently at the waterline.
This is my news.