I wish I could put in words what it is like in the evenings here. Today was hot, but now, as the sun has gone down and is just barely giving enough light to see by, the weather is as pleasant as it is possible to be. Days don't just end in the Pacific. They die. Slowly. Majestically. Quietly. Time doesn't flow here. It leaks slowly out of the eternal container it is held in. Especially in the time between day and night. Evening are unspeakably nice. I think I am going to go take a walk. Barefoot.