Just got back from the bluff, where a line of people watched tiny riffles ruffle the beach. Whatever energy is left in the ocean after that catastrophic earthquake in Japan, it's not doing anything unusual here.

What we did have this morning is one of my favorite sights, the bluff reflected in the pool created where the creek meets the sea. The pool persists in one form or another year-round, but it's in March and April that it's at its best, still filled with runoff from the rain, still clean, still clear.