Good Sky, Mom

It was just after 7:30 when I grabbed Buddy, a blanket and a bottle of bubbly and hustled to catch the outbound N-Judah that would deliver me to Ocean Beach in time for the 8:27pm sunset. It's how I thought my mom would have wanted to spend her sixty-first birthday, on a beach as the sun went down, except she probably would've opted for a glass of Cold Duck instead of the sparkling rosé I had in my backpack. At any rate, the sky put on the dog tonight and I'm willing to bet she had something to do with it.

Happy birthday, Mom.