Cold this morning, a crisp, brisk 62 degrees inside the house. Outside - and I know this makes people looking at actual snow and rooftop icicles snort with laughter - you need a coat and scarf and gloves to keep warm.

We've got the place to ourselves at sunrise, not much traffic on PCH, no humans on the trails, just birdsong and coyote scat, and this guy running the length of the Paradise Cove pier, rousting the gulls and pelicans who roost there, forcing them into an early start on their fishy, fishing, fish-breath days.