Arriving on the Left Coast

At home in Guilford, we woke up to the first hard freeze of the winter.  Coincidentally, I left that morning for a short trip to Los Angeles.  I arrived at the airport in time to catch the very end of the day at the beach.

I hadn't been in L.A. in years.  All the talk of smog and earthquakes must have wormed their way into my head - I was surprised at how quiet the beach was, how luminescent the light, how beautiful the reflections.

I wasn't the only person on the beach, although these were the only people I saw who appeared to have been swimming in the cool water. (There was also a crew filming a movie who chased me away.  If you see a movie sometime with some guy on a beach, throwing a football into a garbage can, that was the one I saw filming.)

I watched the sun fall into the ocean.  And then found dinner (Thai seafood soup, and squash-infused dinner rolls!).