Sun comes out and the scene resumes at Golden Gardens as if summer had just slipped out for a quick smoke. Lovers
on logs, shirtless guys playing volleyball, teenaged women eager to show off their legs, and at least eight kiteboarders
tearing it up, wind from the north. A guy with an elephantine lens avidly photographed them--maybe for a newspaper to
mark it as an official craze. Sarah worked on her tan and I got lost among the tall skinny trees and thought, A-ha! ...So
that's where the name came from, the low winter sun lighting up the trunks till they glowed. I put my hand in the ocean.