“. . . They had skies of pure azure and walls of fog moving in and out of the canyons with invisible feet, hills in winter of emerald green and in summer mountain upon mountain of pure gold. They had even more, for there was ever the unfathomable silence of the canyons, the blazing immensity of the Pacific, days drenched with sun and nights spangled with stars. . .”
― Henry Miller, Big Sur and the Oranges of Hieronymus Bosch