A RIGHT MIND
When I was little, I loved going on car rides, day or night.
During the day I loved to dream as the horizon passed by. As an adult, driving up PCH is now one of my favorites. The thin line of blue contrasting with the speed of the guard rail is a repetitive salve. The smell of the salt-licked air, cool on my face, is the right mix of preservation. Continue reading The Storm is the Care Plan