On May 15th, what would have been my father's 100th birthday, a beloved friend and I went for a peaceful walk in Santa Monica at the water's edge. As we strolled under the Santa Monica pier, a brilliant beam of light cut a diagonal in between the vertical pylons and made a perfect oval on the sand.
Ever possessed by a sense of wonder, I wanted to know the source of the light and knelt down, cupping the light in my hands. I then gently stood up and raised them in the track of the light to see where the source was.
Happy birthday Dad!
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