Back from DC to find the seascape here in Malibu moving toward its winter variation.

All summer long, this rowboat languished in the Cove. People used it as a bench, a bar, a picnic table. (After an all-night booze-soaked bonfire last August, it was pressed into service as a bed.) Now, though, after months of high winds and higher tides, of drifting, shifting sands, it's gone. Completely covered. It'll stay that way 'til spring, when some monster swell clears the beach and, all at once, the boat (and bench and bar and picnic table and yes, bed) will be back.

Now you see it...

Now you don't.