Hills like tawny lions.

Something I miss about California that I always forget until I see it again is contour. There are hills and mountains and continental edges jutting up all over the place. Tawny-colored, dotted with green. It's really beautiful.

And then you fly into Oakland and see San Francisco sitting on on the edge of the bay like an anticipation.

I don't want to live here, but I love being here. My niece wants to go to the beach to look for shells tomorrow. Which sounds heavenly.

But for now, I'm going to sit in the jacuzzi and read a book and revel in humidity-free living.