This weekend's moon over Malibu, where I spent a few cool hours away from sultry Silverlake, was absolutely astonishing. Ok, and a bit of a cliché. It was a jumbo-tron of a moon, low hanging and made all the more magical by an air that was as pure and cool as melted snow off a Yosemite cliff and as bright as a soundstage kleig light. Among the many impressive fat cat dinghies on this private stretch of the Pacific, the yacht draped in white twinkle lights seemed too be good true within the frame of view. This snapshot doesn't even do the entire scene justice.
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