It was something of a working vacation…
I had a little company…
Pulled gumption from my darling and dear Mr. Steinbeck…
“A journey is a person in itself; no two are alike. And all plans, safeguards, policing, and coercion are fruitless.”
& was reminded… via a manifestation of fortitude…
From aloft I looked ahead of me at the breath stealing coastline – across the horizon I stared and could instantly see the several riptides that would have jerked me out past the waves had I dared try to get my bootie in the water.
I climbed down from the cliffs to the rocky croppings that met the sea.
Navigating my way across the slick rocks – slick from tide pools, sea spray, and sea gulls – I perched on an inviting boulder to take in the scene.
The little bastard was a trickster as I no sooner sat down what I thought was a safe distance away and closed my eyes to better sense the sound of the surf and a swell of white, briny, water was around my waist!
Big Sur, Willow Creek Beach – more accurately – observantly decided that I needed to be christened this day.
From my perch I watched whales migrate north for the summer,
And before I pulled out my little laptop again to finish that paper, the famous Big Sur sunset!
And then to bed to rise for the next day’s Sun Salutations and sunrise!