True love is hard to find, sometimes you think you have true love and then you catch the early flight home from San Diego and a couple of nude people jump out of your bathroom blindfolded like a goddamn magic show ready to double team your girlfriend…

This weekend I declined an invitation to wine tasting that I would have enjoyed, and lifted heavy bricks instead. The things you do for friends. Of greater importance, though, is that we are now on the edge of beach weather. Which, as with all things good and true, is my favorite type of weather of all. I am already looking forward to the surfing, and the volleyball, and the after-BBQ’s, and the sand everywhere.

Beach weather also brings more opportunities for self-exploration and meditation which, honestly, I’m not looking forward to all that much. There is something extremely humbling about getting off work early, making it down to the beach, paddling out past the breakers, and realizing that you are completely alone in a body of water larger than you can process. If the sets are flat, you spend a lot of time just bobbing up and down, letting your mind wander. Hopefully, I’ll be by then wandering to some good things… or not, whatever. More likely, I’ll be singing Elton John’s Tiny Dancer at the top of my lungs, which I am wont to do when I find myself alone.