i send my SOS to the world- this is my message in a bottle. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The View from Here
How do you say the right way that the silence was almost tangible? How do you paint something in the colors of a sky that has movement, air, light? How do you ever get back that feeling of standing in the middle of a vista point, where long grasses grow untamed while the forest stretches in all points around you? We drove only slightly out of the city, down the 280 on our Wenesday night adventures that I've missed since our 2 week hiatus. It was still light because of daylight savings time, and we spontaneously decided to hit the scenic routes. The sun was setting, and we stood in the middle of the field and threw buds at each other for a few minutes, doing the prerequisite "frolicking in the field" that such a field requires, before watching the clouds roll in and the river in the distance. It seemed like there was so much sky, so much land, so much greenery for one picturesque moment. We drove through to Half Moon Bay, up and down windy paths to a beachside town. We got kicked out of the camping area we trespassed in, twice. We drove down highway 1 and I got freaked out as the sun set by the canopy of trees, he told me scary stories much to my chagrin. We took the long scenic route- low on gas, high on adventure. I wish I could write in the tone of the moment, but my writing is off-point. Needless to say, adventure is good for me. 2:00 a.m. - Thursday, Apr. 07, 2005 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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