In my solitude at Idle Hour, North Hollywood

This weekend I sat for six hours on the beach at Point Dume, transfixed by the water. (And guided by a friend out past the pummeling break, where the ground disappears beneath your feet but your reward for overcoming your fear is being buoyed by the delicious blue-green sea.) Tonight, it’s fire, a request kindly indulged by a friendly barkeep at Idle Hour, who ignited the fire pit for me and in so doing immediately set the scene.