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Last morning of this visit. Malibu has had uncommonly warm weather (always with lovely cool breeze off the ocean, though) these last three days, very clear and sunny and bright. Supposed to be the more common morning fog rolling in today; right now it's still pretty dark out, but I can just see the pearl and gray striations of cloud in the western sky over the ocean. Boom, crash, hiss. The tides have been high in the night, and very low in the evening. At this time of year, the beach here is largely tumbled with boulders, stretches of sand in between. In a few months, the ocean brings more sand back and covers a lot of the boulders to make more beachy beach.

Have walked on beach, hot tubbed, swum, eaten yummy food not prepared by me, talked with my mother a lot, driven her a few places (and then she drove, just to prove to me she still could), loved on her and Andy's two cats (Peanut and Poppy), and gotten a little work done on revising a new story. Pretty blissful, really, if rather lazy.

I love the way the air feels and smells here. Almost like the smell and feel of rain, without the rain. (I couldn't live here, though--it just doesn't rain enough.)

Will post pictures for the beach and sunset over ocean deprived when I get home, tonight or tomorrow, since I'll probably be pretty wiped tonight.