In these mesmerizing weather systems of the autumnal West Coast it is entirely possible with the encroaching sky and dropping mist, and rising wind (a far away over there, a faint, a faint, a faraway over there…SB) to feel one is living on an island, when in fact one is inhabiting an urban spot with millions of folk and coffee beans being ground uberalles.

I wish someone would realize that 24 hour swimming pools are an unrealized necessity of urban life.

I know a man who has realized this and dips each early early early morning into the ocean.

Not I.