Left, Pebble Beach. Right, Rocky Shores.
Mornings are full of decisions. Do I wear the shoes that hurt my feet or the ones that hurt my knees?
Pack a lunch or eat at the snack shack?
These mundane choices help keep me grounded. Present.
Which is necessary when I’m taking a walk and dawn breaks over the Pacific Ocean.
At least once a day, I’m overwhelmed by the notion that I live in California.
Sometimes it’s the vampire fog drifting in sheets through the Del Monte Forest.
Sometimes it’s the sapphire blue of Monterey Bay on a sunny day.
Sometimes it’s the snow-capped mountains after my first winter storm.
Always and everywhere around me, I see the beauty that inspires authors (Steinbeck & Henry Miller), painters (plein air), and golfers.
And it stones me to my soul.
Stones me just like going home.
And it stones me.