As I drive down the PCH and take in grand, picturesque views of the ocean, I am struck with awe. It still doesn't grow old - the piercing blue of the water. the waves that crash upon the shore and like a magnetic pull, are drawn back to the very thing that pushed them away. the adventures by the break-rocks, discovering starfish, anemones, and crabs. It's so unique to me.
I grew up in a land where the deer bounded across the fields and the beavers kept...
