La Jolla Shores by Moonlight

Too often I complain and whine about my life: the lack of sleep, the lack of friends, the lack of sex; but sometimes I am reminded of miracles.

Yesterday, I worked my day job from 8 AM to 6 PM then went off to a consulting gig with with a company by Miramar. Yesterday was also the first time in over a year that I had a regular caregiver working on a Wednesday evenings.

I finished with my consulting meeting by 7:30 PM and heading home I realized that La Jolla Shores was on the way home - how sweet is that? Of course I had a swimsuit and towel in my car so I pulled on into the parking lot as the last traces of the orange sky was lingering on the water. After changing into my suit, I walked the length of the beach, very slowly, trying to remember to breath and walk with my shoulders back and my pelvis tucked in to lengthen my spine. (My yoga teacher would be proud.)

Then about 8:15, when the only light on the water was the hideous flood lights from the Beach and Tennis Club to the north of me and the perfectly shaped crescent moon, I slide into water. The sea was warm, the waves mellow and it was the perfect reminder that despite all the things wrong with my life, there are occasional high points.

As I swam I thought about the poor people who have never been night swimming in a moon glow ocean or who have some place like La Jolla Shores to stop by on the way home from work.