13 February 2017 We are parked again now. A spot closer to the water than the first. The beach was one of our destinations after all. I wasn't sure. There had been talk of beating the traffic. I know so little of LA traffic. We walk down to a cove. A hidden gem. It is easy to find a place a place to unfurl a blanket. Young teen girls, blonde, still fair skinned, athletic- California to the core- play pyramid and splash in the surf. I wonder at their two piece suits and that they are not in school. Older folk, more clothed, sit and let the sun dissolve their thoughts. In time, both of my companions strip and aim themselves at the waves. They let their bodies be jostled by the water giant. Content with my notebook and pen, I do not go be laughingly drowned. I turn my back to the sun. Under my hat, I feel rising heat tug the water out of me. A man sits topless and cross legged in the dry sand to meditate. Or so it seems. In the very next moment