Two folding deck chairs on the cliff top. The older gal goes back to the car, returning with a couple of blankets. It’s a few minutes before sunset, which promises to be a second-looker, and the air is edged with a damp cold that could chill to the bones. The two ladies wrap up and wait.
A young guy rolls up on an e-bike and exchanges familiar greetings. Maybe they planned to rendezvous up here. Or maybe they sometimes come, sometimes overlap. He draws their attention to the chunk of rainbow glowing in the clouds, then takes a call, walking off into the scrub and speaking with authority and assurance.
As I start the descent, I pass a car, engine running, idling. Inside, a young couple are delving deep into bags. Picnic dinner in the car, despite it being relatively warm outside. Another young couple further down, their car also idling, but their deep delving doesn’t look like a picnic.
It’s not quite five pm.
A woman strides by in her serious hiking boots. Hi, she says over her shoulder as she passes.
The little white police parking patrol rolls up the hill, does a u turn and heads off. A greybeard struggles up the hill with his surfboard. Really? It’s nearly dark.
Last night in LA for awhile. Leaving part of my heart here on the coast, but a far greater chunk in the assisted living home where Mom had asked sadly, when will you be back?
When indeed. The usual six months? Sooner if there is a need?
‘My soul clings to you; your right hand upholds me.’
Without God, who never leaves any of us, where would we be? How could we do life?
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