a curvy 2 lane road somewhere in california.
doesn't this look like a painting?
hardly any other cars. just me and quercus agrifolia.
once i crossed over the coastal range the landscape changed. i rolled right down into a fog bank. the temperature dropped 25 degrees in less than an hour. from one microclimate into another. 55 degrees. 4 pm. somewhere in california.
my travel journal's in that bag on the left. i've already parked it at the corner window table in the itty bitty kitchen.
come on over i'll make you a cup of tea. bring your books and some art supplies. we can communicate through sign language. wear your walking shoes. i know a great little path along the shore. i'll make breakfast after we hoof it back up the hill to our blue cottage. i hope you brought your advil. you might need it. don't worry. after our late morning cat nap you'll be as good as new.