A cold day, but it's a day to be out and about, getting things done before the storm hits. Sitting, for a moment, watching the dark clouds looming overhead, listening to the waves crashing, I am suddenly taken out of my daydream by the feeling of sharp cold wind and icy sea spray. The seagulls aren't phased terribly by the cold, and, with a hot coffee in hand and a dry seat, neither am I.