On a sunny evening lots of locals go down to the beach to relax, play or walk along the wet sand at the edge of the waves while watching the sun go down. Little ones make sand castles, dig holes in the sand deep enough to almost disappear into or run with screams of delight into the frothy edges of waves climbing the shore. Teenagers slide down the dunes above us on body boards while others watch and laugh with delight occasionally calling out to urge them forward faster. Families and couples alike are enjoying the warm evening along the water's edge, as we join them to wade in the water with our bare feet while carrying our sandals but ultimately soaking the bottoms of our jeans as waves catch us.
We spent some time chatting with a fellow sunset watcher-the three of us sharing a picnic table as a seat while discussing the merits of Dean Martin and other singers of his era. This fellow is at least twenty years younger than us and we are pleasantly surprised to find someone his age who is appreciative of the music of our generation when he tells us he comes down here to listen to these songs on a regular basis. He is friendly and talkative about his life making the chance encounter rewarding. I'll trade an evening like this in lieu of television anytime.
Tonight there is supposed to be a meteorite shower between 11 pm and 4 am. I am tempted if we wake up during the night to go outside while hoping for clear skies to view them as earth passes through this particular source of cosmic debris for the first time. I sense that California has given me a feeling of being more in touch with nature in so many aspects from redwoods and streams to farm fields to the mysteries of the ocean and the cosmos. For that I am grateful. The magic still exists in every day if only we are open to experiencing it.
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