My father loved to the go the beach on Christmas Day. When I lived in Kansas City, he would call on Christmas and tease me that he had just returned from the beach, and then he would ask me how the weather was in Kansas City? He always rubbed it in, which I didn’t mind, because I loved Southern California just as much as he did.
Life requires such bravery.
Visibility is almost always obstructed by traffic or a mountain or a cloud.
But take another step into the fog…..