Those items have been struck from the list of possibilities.
There are plenty of nice things to see from the Surfliner as it makes its way up the coast on a sunny late summer morning. The Pacific Ocean with its patient surfers and its lagoons and its beaches and waterbirds. The tide licks at the ballast along the tracks in San Clemente. The goldgrey hills to the east.
You can actually see the blue-on-blue horizon today.
Nah. All that is for memory. For my unsteady and nauseous heart. Be still. Look at the blue.
Get the camera out in Fullerton.
East LA, the sky becomes thicker.
Then there it is, though we have been in Los Angeles for some time now.
The train will go on to Santa Barbara, but I will stop here. I am expected. Loved. Steady on. Look at the blue.