It's different out here. I always seem to forget that. I walked out of the hotel to bright sunshine and the lightest cool breeze, and I remembered that the weather forecast doesn't really matter.

I drove to the nearest In-N-Out Burger for lunch, then strolled over to the beach. There wasn't much of a crowd: a handful of beach volleyball players, a few joggers, and the occasional beachcomber. I laid out, read a bit of my paperback book, and counted the rare wispy cloud like it was floating over a fence, as the grains of sand lazily meandered down the hourglass.