Wednesday, November 14, 2007

I had a half hour between places I needed to be. I sat in my car, windows down on the cliff overlooking Carmel Beach. Sat and read, smelled the air, watched owners take their dogs for walks, crows cawing, and diving. Large waves crashing on the sand.

I though about getting out of my car and taking a walk but I didn't.

It sometimes feels like my car and I are one.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

I miss the salty air...Oldye Mike

Anonymous said...

I know what you mean. just drove 3000 miles across the country, and it felt funny when I walked around... where's the car? I'm looking for a place in Nevada City where I don't have to drive much!

all best - viva spinoza!