West Coast Sunday
September 6, 2011, 7:29 am
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Sitting on the beach, talking about how amazing this later winter day on the coast had been, talking about being old and getting older, talking about why people never go home. The sun sets as we push sand between our toes.

Sunday night the sleepy town comes out for one more drink before the week kicks off, no one does shots. Everyone looks like this place feels, mellow and sunwashed. Momentarily, nothing outside this street exists or matters. This beautiful intranscience in a world that goes too fast and too hard. No, we will not go today, we will swim in the sea and feel the power of the waves and see our friends and take our kids to the park and talk to strangers about how their day, much the same, has been.


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