The California coast never leaves a prime location in my heart. It may sometimes be pushed further back by busyness or efforts to see the world, but my fervor for the sight and sound of water rushing toward the jagged edges of the state is always there.
For me, visiting the quiet stretches of California coast between cities is not about getting away, it’s about getting back to myself. The city has a tendency to warp me, sometimes in ways that are simply other sides of me that I haven’t met, but it can also twist me into people that I am not.
But the coast demands honesty as those breezes envelope me and draw out what doesn’t belong and fill that new found space with beauty and contemplation and freshness.
Lately, the coast has been calling me. And soon, I will go.