I went on a vacation to Big Sur with a new family, and they took me in like I belonged. I thanked them for their kindness and I promise to give it back.
We weren't lazy, we just took our time. We didn't make phone calls, we just spoke to each other. We had no obligations, just quiet air and a sunlight that rose at half past eleven over the redwood canopy. No one complained. We simply sat until we felt like getting up.
It's funny how I'm confined to a city with every option available, while there's a sprawling country with very little to do. I have to ask myself which would make me happy. I can't imagine only one.
Don't mind me, just scroll to the bottom and appreciate the naked chair.
