What I saw last night at the beach was something that I found peculiar.
I went to the beach to sit and watch the sun go down. I do this on occasion. It's very nice. It takes me away from my world. It takes me out of my head. It is beautiful to watch that big bright sun sink behind the Santa Monica Mountains at night, the mountains silhouetted a pale blue, with the sun the color of molten gold dripping behind them. Every time I watch sun go down, just as the last little sliver is sitting on the mountain's shoulder, I say, "Good night, Sun." And then I sit there, watching the fiery glow of the horizon fade away, as the sky cools.
Today I was up a little past Santa Monica, and I sat right in the sand. I wasn't really prepared for the beach. I wore some nice pants and shoes, and a long sleeve shirt (this is good, as you may remember from my cake blog how sunburned I've been since this past Thursday. Unfortunately I think that blog will drop off the bottom of the page when I post this, since MySpace only shows five blogs in the main page's list. Incidentally, if anyone happens upon this blog, and you know a hack to show more blogs in the list, please let me know what it is, it would be greatly appreciated.)
So i sat there for maybe an hour. And I'd like you to know something wonderful. The sun rises every morning. It doesn't take three or six months to decide if it's going to come up. It's just there, everyday, beautiful, with it's bright face turned toward the earth, without reservation, without hesitation, it gives us everything it's got. The stuff of life. And every night, when the sun goes back to sleep, the stars are there, shining bright. They are in love, the sun and the stars. Didn't you know that?
The peculiar thing I mentioned earlier, is, as I was walking back to my car I came upon a couple sitting in their little Honda. I realized they were sitting there watching the sunset also. Did you catch that? They were at the beach watching the sun go down. IN THEIR CAR. What the hell is that ???
What I was really trying to say is, when I say "this is funny", usually it's not.
Later I went by Mr. Pizza to get some pizza before heading home and I was walking up the sidewalk, and there on the wall facing the Jewish Temple was a little bit of tagging. It said, "fuck you, tubby." I wonder if tubby has seen this....
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