27 STATE PARK

CALIFORNIA. 6:30 A.M.

THERE ARE WORSE REASONS TO GET UP EARLY.

The espresso comes from the little roastery around the corner. The muffin is still warm. A T-shirt is already enough.

A few surfers got up earlier.

Good for them.

For a while, the beach belongs almost to no one. No appointment. No traffic. No reason to look at your phone.

Just that rare moment before California starts being California again.

27 STATE PARK.

The day hasn’t asked anything of you yet.

Perhaps that is its best part.