My path to joy takes me to the ocean as frequently as humanly possible. This weekend, I wanted to say “bon voyage” to a dear soul. So I headed west, then south on Highway 1 through a late spring shower.
The rain pelted me as I staggered into the hostel, where a warm smile and a ready bed awaited. This morning, I rose at 5:30 to watch thunder and lightening dance above the ocean. Light glimmers in the distance, high, a mere promise that the sun still shines. I’ve had breakfast and a long conversation about the interstate highway system with a software engineer from Reno. We even got busted for talking too loud before seven.
It’s all good.
Yesterday, I tarried at Pescadero State Beach to watch the seabirds gather ahead of the storm. I took a few photos with my little Canon. Please enjoy.
It’s the nineteenth day of the sixty-fifth month of My [Endless[ Year [Striving to Live] Without Complaining. HI Pigeon Point Hostel, Pescadero, California.