solo in malibu

I am relearning the art of what used to be very natural for me--solitude. I still love the idea of it, but to be honest, am a bit intimidated by it these days. It's difficult to set aside (or make myself set aside) time for it. The ocean makes me hold still the longest, so today I went to Malibu. This is my favorite beach there. In all of southern California, actually, at least at this point.



Rumor has it this beach functions as a nude beach during summer months.

But, scarf + coat = not summer and/or not nude:




I think half the fun of going to Malibu is the drive to get there. Since I live further north than I used to, I got to take the scenic route through the canyons. No photos....didn't want to drive off a cliff.

Listened to Ryan Adams...Paper Route...The Pipettes...Chopin...Jan Kazcmarek...eclectic enough.

Good to get away. Good to come home. Good to feel like I have one.