Sunshine is overrated. Sunlight discretely filtered through pale, grisaille clouds is definitely superior.
Now I know why they named it the Pacific Ocean. It doesn't batter and demolish the houses along its coast. It exhales a soft layer of lichen that settles everywhere, like bits of delicately crocheted lace.
The air is cool, moist, and breathable, not hot, humid, and stifling. I'm cold, shivering, and it feels great. I've layered on everything I brought with me that has long sleeves.
I sit by the window watching boats and cruise ships pass by and can't get enough of the birds chirping and the waves lapping up on the sand.