No time before zero
On beach days, caterpillars, book publishing, and the holidays—but, really, time.
The other day, we went to my favorite beach, an hour north of where we live in the Bay Area. To get to it, you walk through a forest dripping with neon-green lichen down to a crescent of yellow sand on a bay fed by saltwater and freshwater. Often, the water’s surface is still and flat, a perfect reflection of the sky. A…