It was a brilliant sunny day in the middle of February. The rain had let up for the week and then this day jumped out at us like a jack-in-the-box. It was startling and thrilling: a taste of the season’s molting over a month early. Though the wind was blowing quite persistently from the west, the sky shone with promise like a Tiffany’s box.
We had gone down to the beach because we had to do something to celebrate this gift of a day. I told him I had an idea of where we could go and he said let’s go. We drove out to the western edge of the city and then walked west to the bluffs. It was a long descent navigating the rough steps and path cut in the steep ravine, but when we emerged at the bottom, it was windless. The cliff behind us blockaded the gusts and, while the trees 200 feet above us rustled and swayed, all we felt was silent calmness and the heat of pending spring. It was magical.
My blog is really just an escape for me and I don’t want to repeat the issues that posting selfies has caused me in the past (with a co-worker who found things). So I am a bit obsessed about privacy now on the public internet. I’m also the type of person who doesn’t let my browser remember passwords, blocks all cookies, is terrified of iCloud and Google Drive, and worries that I’ll be asked questions someday about my Amazon purchase history when I renew my drivers license at the DMV. However, people who get to know me off anon in private conversation generally learn everything they want to know about me—and probably things they wish they hadn’t too!