Ocean Beach, San Diego. Seven p.m.. It's been a long travel day. A day of firsts.
There are the days that you will never forget for as long as you live. Perhaps only a handful.
Some, unforgettable because they are marred by tragedy. And others, because of remarkable beauty.
Perhaps one was the first time you ever visited the limitless sea . . .
And meditated on infinity.
Or the day you introduced its joys to your own children. For we dwellers of the high and dry desert, such a moment is as to be caught up in the very swell of a lovely fairy story if you're of the right age.
And then one sweet day may come, perhaps late some summer evening. You watch on as your offspring introduces the vastness of that universe to their own . . .
Wishing you beautiful new summer memories.