Southern California winter mornings are so very different from my norm in Nebraska at this time of year. For example, there were no snowflakes in sight today. The beach along the pier on Balboa Island was almost deserted, only a handful of people fished from the pier, and most of the boats were moored. While we sat at a table at Ruby’s, a pinniped played in the water. I don’t think it could have been a more perfect day for a walk on the beach.