As a Left Coaster it is hard to imagine that Europeans were there in the early 1600s, reconstructing the world they remembered. The original buildings are old enough to be of the Gothic style but young enough to have escaped gargoyles. It's sort of a kinder, gentler Gothic. We parted without tears and with a keen sense of the love we have for each other. The morning finds me enraptured by the sights and sensations of a waif-thin, shelf of concrete and stone.
Seagulls dip and weave in the far distance as if their only job is to stitch sky to sea.
This is Northern California's Pacific Coast Highway. Aside from my simple love for her sensuality, beauty, and strength, I'm on PCH because she leads me to the Esalen Institute. No, I don't know with what. I just know I've been feeling out of touch. Life is more often enervating than elevating of late.