Close to the bone
Today we walked the Harmony headlands trail again. From the highway to the ocean, a couple of miles each way through this empty and beautiful and silent coastal ranch land.
It is a balm to my soul.
And to walk it hand in hand with the woman I love. In silence. In deep conversation. In the sunlight and the cold air.
Knowing that I am blessed.
After the walk I got called out to a dead kid. Same age as mine. Into the same things. This kid overdosed on some stolen pain meds. He was a throw-away kid. He didn't stand a chance.
The autopsy is on Christmas Eve.
For dinner I grilled a flank steak and roasted some brussels sprouts with an asian dipping sauce (a recipe from Momofuko's that was dead good. It's on Epicurious if you're curious) and a big ol' salad with persian cucumbers and bell peppers and red onion and endive and escarole, with lemon and balsamic vinegar and some olive oil.
I am not drinking so I did not have a short glass of frozen vodka. Or a tall one.
Happy Christmas. God bless us, every one.