Today, the longest day of the year, my best friend (who's up visiting from LA) and I decided to forego the charms of Oakland and head west, into the cool coastal air and wide open spaces of West Marin and West Sonoma counties. Along the way we picked up smashing jewelry, original art (an ethnically-dubious portrait on a drum top), a Cafe Cubano, and abalone trinkets for his Mami. All the while we spun CDs in the car from his collection and did more looking - at the hills, the sea, the roadkill - than we did talking, which might just be a first.
On impulse, we decided to pull over and have dinner at Nick's Cove, a semi-swanky seafood restaurant whose primary charm is its location over the water on Tomales Bay. It was still pretty hot and sunny when we were seated at six and for the next two hours we watched the fog creep over the hills and eat everything in its path until the island that was in the middle of the bay disappeared. We enjoyed ourselves so much we didn't even mind paying $12 for eight spears of asparagus.
He goes home tomorrow and there'll be another hole in my heart. I love these longest days of the year, when the hours past so fast you can't believe it's time for bed and it's still almost light out. I seem to always have a good day on this seasonal axis. Tomorrow won't be as good, and from here on out it's all downhill. Winter's on its way.
On impulse, we decided to pull over and have dinner at Nick's Cove, a semi-swanky seafood restaurant whose primary charm is its location over the water on Tomales Bay. It was still pretty hot and sunny when we were seated at six and for the next two hours we watched the fog creep over the hills and eat everything in its path until the island that was in the middle of the bay disappeared. We enjoyed ourselves so much we didn't even mind paying $12 for eight spears of asparagus.
He goes home tomorrow and there'll be another hole in my heart. I love these longest days of the year, when the hours past so fast you can't believe it's time for bed and it's still almost light out. I seem to always have a good day on this seasonal axis. Tomorrow won't be as good, and from here on out it's all downhill. Winter's on its way.
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