I’ve been coming to Carmel since I was a girl. It is my supremely happy place and on a recent September trip had a streak of fog-less mornings. Blue skies from daybreak until sunset’s brilliant oranges. The village is built on a slope leading down to the ocean, so when the sun rises, it funnels down the streets like a slinky, through the pines, down to the sand. This man, who was probably reading an email or something banal, probably wasn’t meditating at all, was so perfectly stage-lit.