Welcome December

Today it is the first of December. December is a month that usually brings about thoughts of Christmas, cold weather, snow, etc. Well, today is the first of December, and I spent it at the beach. Today was my free day from school, and, it was quite sunny and nice here. I needed to get out, have some time to think to myself, collect my thoughts and the like. So I started out, got in the car, went to the petrol station. Not for gasoline, of course, but for the usual Dr. Pepper the size of my head and a candy bar. (this was to be my picnic meal at the beach.) After I accomplished this, I got back into the car and set out towards the 101N. I turned up the music real loud. You know, that weird music that I listen to. I arrived at Point Dume (it's quite different than Mount Doom, let me make note of that here.) Gorgeous day, blue skies, warm air with slight breezes, and the water wasn't that cold. Best of all, there was nobody on the beach most the time. I was even able to get free parking. (no other cars were even there). I set up camp on a small dune; laid out a towel hardly big enough even for me, put my drink in the sand, and set about enjoying the view and eating my candy feast. It was quite lovely, really. The warm sun shone down upon my ultra-white skin, inducing much needed melatonin production. The soft breeze tousled my unruly hair, blinding me to the view. My ears were assaulted by the sound of the waves, ever crashing against the sands. Advancing, receding. Advancing, receding. After i had taken all this in for a while, and finished off the candy bar, I set about doing what I had originally intended to do; a time of prayer and meditation was much needed and long overdue. So I took it all in, I got my thoughts together, i talked with God. It was a really blessed time. After a while, the singsong lullaby of the gulls got the better of me, and I drifted off to sleep. I awoke some time later, I sensed a presence approaching. I saw, off in the distance, a figure approaching. It appeared to be a man in a wetsuit and fishing hat. I figured him to have been fishing in the surf, and searching a new location. I laid my head back down and paid no mind to it. Minutes later, I decide to take another surveillance of my surroundings. The hatted man had drawn nearer, but what caught my attention now was a little wiry haired dog racing towards me. Seconds later the dog was upon me. I welcomed it with a smile and open arms; the dog licked my face joyfully and soon settled down, cuddling in my lap. It seemed to fall asleep, or else go into an almost trance-like state. I pet its wiry reddish fur, and enjoyed its company for a while. Its master soon came near, and called to the little dog. No response from little dog. The master continued walking, even though the little dog remained in my lap. I became concerned, and attempted to rouse the little dog from its slumber. No such luck. I then picked it up, stood up and put it on the ground, but even then it wouldn't return to its master. Finally, the hatted man came back for the little dog. He scolded the dog, and apologized to me, saying that the dog has an affinity for beautiful women. I told the man that it was quite alright, and bid him have a nice day. I also said goodbye to the little dog. After this, I looked to the water again. I saw fins in the water; hundreds of fins. A pod of dolphins was just offshore, not 30ft from the surfline. I observed them for as long as they stayed; they were feeding on the surf perch being tossed about in the waves. Soon enough the pod moved on, and I was once again alone with my thoughts. I was struck with the beauty of the day; the perfect weather, the lovely landscape, my interaction with the stranger and his little dog, the dolphins, the singing of the gulls. I became overwhelmed with gratefulness, and gave thanks to the Lord for His abundant blessings. One being the fact that it's possible to go to the beach in December and have an enjoyable time in southern california.