It's still this morning here in Malibu, utterly and blessedly still. The wind howled again all night, screamed around the corners of the trailer, rattled the roof, rattled the dogs, rattled me at 3 a.m. with the sound of a tree limb crashing. It comes from a great distance, forces you to feel how big the world is. Exhausting, really. But now, right now, for a little while anyway, quiet.

Here's the edge of the sea at sunrise, a skirt of surf, just shadow and texture and light.