Yesterday there was an incredible wall of fog oozing onto the mainland, just as I arrived in Santa Monica via the 10. I was so distracted by it — or was it something else? — that I accidentally drove all the way to the beach instead of getting off at Lincoln. My camera battery was dead, unfortunately, so I don’t have any photographic evidence. So I have to find words:
Waiting to make a U-turn, craning to look out of the passenger window: up above the high, dull cliff, gleaming hotel tower hovering behind a cold, white scrim. (Or were they condos? More likely.)
this is an excellent post, my dear.