I could go into work late this morning. It was the last day of school for teachers. I decided to take a chance, and ride the bike out to the point. Bruce met me in pre-dawn darkness, on his way for his morning walk to the beach. He had the bike all ready for me, the pit crew extraordinaire!
I was the only person who felt it was worth it, apparently, as I surfed the entire time alone. It was weak, but light offshore winds had groomed it a bit. A few sets had me hooting, screaming that they were going unridden. They seemed to be about waist to chest high. The water was chilly, and chocolate brown, so this brought the overall desirability factor down. But, I never sat still. It was one wave after another, and as I rode back along the empty beach, I realized, again, why I love the mornings so much. The moment could be from any point in time in the past. The only tracks I saw on the way down were the set of turtle tracks that wound up to the dunes and then back down to the water again.
Oh, what a beautiful morning.
Time for: MOVIE REVIEW. I have been so busy with studying, I haven't been watching many films lately. Last night I watched another Ingmar Bergman film, "Wild Strawberries." If you love old, classic, black and white movies, this is not to be missed (1957). An aging professor travels by car for fourteen hours to receive an award for his years of teaching. He travels with his daughter-in-law across the countryside, reflecting on his life. He stops by his boyhood home, and memories come alive. It was beautifully filmed and acted. Lots of character study, with somber moments of reflection. I loved the sequence portraying his dream. He walks along a deserted street and suddenly a carriage, riderless, pulled by dark horses, comes around the bend. He watches as it passes, and sees it is carrying a casket. The horses haphazardly pull the carriage into a lamp post and it crashes. The coffin falls out and opens...
And now, you have to rent this to find out what happens. A very dark film, just the way I like them.
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