The Foreign Embassy

This past weekend, on a whim, the missus and I braved weekend traffic and drove up to Malibu, past the meager and overcrowded beaches that line the Pacific Coast Highway to Point Dume. We dipped our feet in the wonderfully cool waters of the Pacific Ocean, then climbed up the point's peak and marvelled at the beauty of the coastline and relished the breeze that came off the water. The remainder of the afternoon was spent hiking around the beach and the bluffs, sitting on a weatherbeaten wood platform perched on a cliff, gingerly walking over rocks small and large worn smooth by the waves.

There's no tired like the tired you get from a day in sun and sea air, and the sprinkling of sand you find in your shorts pocket the next day is a gift, sparking memory of pleasant warmth and refreshing coolness experienced simultaneously, the brush of the spray and the taste of the wind, even as you brush it from your fingers.