The little strip of beach in West Seattle was sunny yesterday, if a little cold, and the pasty Seattlites were out in numbers. I was in jeans and long sleeves, but most of the people were stretched out in swimsuits, prostrate before the humble September sun as if it were the true, leonine July presence, which evidently never got here. My highlight was a little girl who appeared to be holding her family at bay with a piece of bull kelp. She lashed it about her, laughing, and her sister and parents laughed too, but I think I saw a gleam of real confidence in her eyes, uneasiness in theirs. Maybe I imagined it.
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