A certain mood comes over me at times. I can’t overcome the grip of feeling that I have failed at some indefinable test. My resume landed on the desk of the Director of HR for the universe and failed to impress. I scraped through the interview only to find my credentials fell short of requirements. The reins fell from my grasp and the steer ran wild.
At such times, I take myself across the last sixty miles of land to the Bay and over the coastal range to Pacifica, or Pescadero, or Half Moon Bay. I splurge on a room or the wing of someone’s house listed on AirBnB with pandemic cleaning measures and a private entrance. I throw my bag on the floor, my computer on the desk, and my small clutch of groceries into the refrigerator. Taking my little Canon in hand, I wander, stopping at roadside parks or lay-bys to stare at the endless stretch of sea.
My problems do not get solved, but a certain light shines into the gloomiest corner of my spirit. When the weekend finally draws to a close, I gather my belongings and head back to the Delta. I will be all right for another month, until my soul longs to hear the soothing song of my Pacific once more.
It’s the twenty-sixth day of the one-hundredth month of My Year Without Complaining. Life continues.
Please enjoy this gallery of photos taken in or near Pacifica, California on 23 – 25 April 2022.