Originally posted by DanO
My son Max put it best when we were out for a walk last summer. Below us to our right, tight v-formations of pelicans slid undulating over wave tops,
the ritual afternoon migration north. Above us to our left, a red-tailed hawk flickered its wings in hovering position, stalking unseen prey high on
a grassy hilltop littered with agave and cholla. Ahead, a dirt road curved around and down the hillside to a lagoon and a beach populated that day
only by a half dozen cows. A lizard skittered across the road in front of us. The only sounds were the crashing waves, the crunch of our footsteps,
and the distant cries of seagulls. The breeze carried the scents of kelp, sage, and dust.
"Dad?"
"Hmm?"
"Do you like it here?"
"I love it."
"Me too. This is my favorite place in the whole world." |