Our last trip to the US coincided with a nasty set of storms in the Bay Area, wave after wave of rain and wind battering the hills and mountains. Then one day, when we had some time free from meetings and writing, there was a pause. the sun came out, and we drove through the steaming forests of the Santa Cruz Mountains to one of our favourite little seaside towns, Capitola. We sat on the sea wall, drinking coffee and eating cakes, as the sun set, and the photographers flocked to the waves.
I rather liked this view, with the sun just about to slide over the cliffs, silhouetting the pier and highlighting the high-altitude clouds, harbingers of the next bout of storms.