My sister & I drove 5 hours northward up the grey coastal routes. Down highways that mirrored the sky. Flotillas of high clouds traveled with us. Through lovely mountain passes heavy with fog. All the way to here. A wild little bit of coast with stormy coves and inlets. Wet trails overlooking tidepools. Rain or no rain it's all good along the California coast.
At least we thought so. Dottie & I. Tucked into a small inn with an ocean facing room . Reading through the storm. A fireplace for heat. The roar of the ocean just outside. Warming up then back outside to walk along that rollicking Pacific. Whitecaps shining in the dark night. And whether it's in sunshine or rain, arriving at the shore is always a homecoming of sorts.
something I loved from A Tale of Two Cities…
A wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other. A solemn consideration, when I enter a great city by night, that every one of those darkly clustered houses encloses its own secret; that every room in every one of them encloses its own secret; that every beating heart in the hundreds of thousands of breasts there, is, in some of its imaginings, a secret to the heart nearest it!
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