Today, the morning sun was pouring through the kitchen window. It seemed extra bright and welcoming after yesterday's nonstop rain. The girls became fans of Asian-style breakfasts when we were in Hawaii a couple years ago. Our hotel served rice and miso soup, which they ate happily every day with bacon and fresh pineapple before we went swimming. Making ramen with India this morning, her hair seemed all aflame. Summer in the Bay Area comes in fall some years. And I'll take it happily after three months of cool, damp fog.