Like I mentioned earlier this week, we are on the road, heading towards sunshine. Heading towards warmth that Southern Oregon isn’t offering yet. We are in San Francisco for the evening, heading to Santa Cruz in the morning, ultimately winding up near San Diego so a 7-year-old boy can take in the wonder of Legoland and beaches. Having grown up in both sunshine and the water, it’s one of the few atmospheres that genuinely feels healing, relaxing, charging, and peaceful simultaneously in my life. And I miss it often, so when the opportunity arises to experience that feeling, generally it’s welcomed openly.
One of my favorite things while riding along the freeway is the expanse of skies that so consistently change while traveling along. Even folded up in the back seat of our truck cab (because I’m only 5’3″ and there are three other folks in said truck, two of which are over 6-feet-tall), I am often mesmerized and quietly take it in… The blues that can swallow a person up, the greens that scream with life, white fluffy clouds that beg for your imagination to turn them into animals (or inappropriate gestures, duh)… These are some of my favorites from today: