Brace yourselves for many pix of something I've shot many times, namely, sunrise in the Cove.

See? NO FOG.

In fact, the lack of fog actually woke me at 5 a.m. from a deep sleep. Can't explain it but I know it's true. I'm pretty sure I heard the sun rising.

So the dogs and I raced to the beach and by 'raced' I mean stumbled into shoes and pants and pretended my wrinkled t-shirt was maybe fresh from the dryer and not fresh from bed. But look! Sun!

And then we just sat there on the beach, Maisie chewing on Jake's neck and running him in circles and me just staring at that light, that glow, that SUN we haven't seen in the morning for a few months now. I bet the boat people in the Cove were happy.

And as the sun crested the Santa Monica mountains, the battery in my camera died but I promise, the sun rose. And right now, this very second, it's sunny here and the word "summer" suddenly has meaning.