Yesterday, in Manhattan Beach, the low pressure storm that had blown in a few days earlier lingered. Evident in the sky were dark clouds. Visible in the ocean were enormous waves. The sand was wet and filled with debris, for the high tides had come ashore the night before, and soaked everything along the beach.
It was New Year’s Eve, the last day of 2023, a year of personal growth in a world that seemed to be going backward intellectually, morally and ethically. All I could to steady myself was to tune out much of the noise, especially online, and for the first time in decades I didn’t watch the news, and I limited how many opinions I read.
I try and do my best and hope for a positive outcome.
Here in Van Nuys 
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