Cloudless Sunday...

 Well, we seem to have hit one of those bumps in the middle of winter, where the weather is uncomfortably perfect, and a morning ride to Seal Beach is mandatory. Contrary to what you might think after looking at the photos below, the San Gabriel River Trail was as busy as I have ever seen it, and bike parking at the River's End Cafe (and at the pier) was at a premium. 

I tried to find a good W.B. Yeats poem about the sea, but he seemed to mostly write about the mountains, lakes, rivers and streams. To an Isle in the Water will have to do:

Shy one, shy one,

Shy one of my heart,

She moves in the firelight

Pensively apart.

She carries in the dishes,

And lays them in a row.

To an isle in the water

With her would I go.

She carries in the candles,

And lights the curtained room

Shy in the doorway

And shy in the gloom;

And shy as a rabbit,

Helpful and shy.

To an isle in the water

With her would I fly.