While I was making my morning espresso (I never travel without my espresso machine...except Switzerland) and gazing out at the Pacific, suddenly, there staring at me, was a red tailed fox. I stared back as it walked into the meadow grasses. I could see its head still looking this way, then it disappeared. That was the beginning of a delightful foggy morning. The picture is from the kitchen looking out where the fox first appeared.