After 10 hours in dark editing bays, I wanted to see the ocean my last day in town. I decided to go for a run to Santa Monica Pier and back. On the way to the pier, the sun behind me sank closer to the ocean. I ran hard so I could see it set on the way back: a little contest. As I made the turn, it was just above the water. I ran past people standing along the bluff, watching, photographing. As just a sliver of sun remained above the water, I ran past a cluster of palm trees. Clearing them, the sun had slipped into the Pacific. I saw a dolphin 10 feet offshore, jumping in and out of the water.
Animated songbirds did not appear around my head at this point, as my client suggested at dinner later that night. Still, it was pretty cool.
Farewell, Santa Monica.