Seaweeds, washed ashore, glisten under the golden sunlight, as I walked along the shore. Little girls' laughter, mixed with the undulating sounds of crashing waves, set the mood. Flocks of seagulls circle above the sunbathers and surfers, soaring high and diving back to skim the surface of sea. It's the middle of the afternoon on a Saturday in Malibu in the winter. There's no other place I would rather be than right here, right now.