I took a long drive down the coast yesterday. I didn’t mean to drive all the way to Malibu, but it turned out that way. I caught Hwy 1 in Oxnard and made several photo stops along the way. It was one of those beautiful days, maybe too beautiful (aka earthquake weather). The beaches were still and warm and the waves were hitting hard - each providing a small quake of their own. The fall here is a release of color from the stringent, caught-up whiteness of summer. And as much as I stop resisting Matt’s upcoming memorial, I find small windows of light. Friends drawing closer. A new appreciation of everything.