The "seasons" here in LA are subtle indeed. So it's never really out of the question to head to the beach even when it's still not quite warm enough. Given that we live so close to it, it's always beckoning, even when the wind is gusting, and the ocean is spraying.
The boys and I headed to the beach after school for pizza and some airing out. There were still signs that the summer beach we will again come to know so well had not yet arrived.
The winter sand fences were still up,
Old seaweed still laced the sand,
There was one lone swimmer,
A few tiny shells,
But just as in summer, there were two little boys who could not keep themselves from digging in.
