One of the great adjustments to adulthood is the lack of a fall indicator. Work just continues. There is no going back to school to mark the end of the summer. In a way (in California at least) this is nice because I can pretend it is summer well into October. (I was talking with an older production designer about this phenomenon and he agreed saying, “yeah, I moved out here from New York in the spring, and now 20 years later, it’s still summer. I keep thinking it’s still the same summer.”)
Anyway, I realized that it was indeed Labor Day long about 8am yesterday, and also realized that I had not been to the beach this summer at all (not even to run). It seemed like that needed to change. Enter Zuma beach. The waves were big, there were a couple of good surfers to watch, we saw dolphins out beyond the breakers twice… It was a good day.