I continue to walk down to the cliffs over Lunada Bay daily while I'm here caring for my mom. Despite the wild beauty and ease of access, not many others are there most days. A few walkers and joggers, that's about it. It's silent save for the ocean breeze and bird calls.
Seagulls soar close to the water and songbirds look out from their perches above.
Bright yellow poppies pop against the cool blue-green Pacific Ocean 250 feet below the cliffs.
I usually stay about half an hour, standing on the edge of the cliffs or sitting on the rocks farther back, clearing my head of thoughts.
On the way home yesterday I passed another bird -- one of the wild peacocks in Palos Verdes that have been here 100 years.
My mom and I have fallen into a nice evening routine to end the day. As the sun sinks, we light the candles (battery operated), turn on the string of colored lights hanging over the fireplace and enjoy bowls of ice cream with chocolate sauce and maraschino cherries. Then she goes off to bed and I sit with the candles and my music awhile longer.
Have a colorful day