This morning we woke up early and drove east until we hit the ocean, and set up tents, and went to the beach where it was too cold and too “sharky” to swim, and where I surprised myself by being more taken with the sky than with the sea. A storm came in slowly, over the course of hours, and the sky was like a watercolor painting, with pinkish-purple dripping down from the clouds in a smudgey blur until it hit the crisp, deep blue horizon, and I couldn’t get enough of the light.