A day at the beach yesterday was the place to be. Windy and cold as any good beach day is in Northern California. A few people strolling about. I stepped out of the car and felt that wonderful wind, taking in a deep gulp of cold air into my lungs, and letting out an exhale that I must have been holding in for some time. Years, maybe. And I watched these two boys walk down to the edge of the water, one throwing up his arms; I think directing the waves to dance in exaltation.