When people think of Santa Monica, they usually think beautiful beaches, blue skies and deeply tanned bodies inhabiting the sands.
There is another Santa Monica, the flat, dull gray Santa Monica seen only in springtime.
As we drove into the city to watch the marathon, I wandered over to the edge of the cliff and discovered this sight... where the sky kissed the sea.
It wasn't late in the day, rather it was about mid-afternoon so this was an amazing sight, something normally seen much later in the evening.
The haze never completely burned off, and there was a chill coming off the ocean that seemed to go right through ones' bones.
Still, it was beautiful in it's bleakness.
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