I'm in Gualala, staying in a place by the ocean, so I have a balcony deck and a fireplace which i think i'll need tonight. The weather is changing as are the waves.
I go outside with a book and then can only look. The drive up was spectacular as always. In one place they were repairing the road and traffic was stopped, so I rolled down the window and sat looking at the ocean. Timing is different here, pacing. My car is parked. I can walk for all I need.
I explored the beach and examined the driftwood. No rocks on this beach. I believe it is pounded too hard and yet people have built artistic shelters piling driftwood in all sorts of ways. One can sit inside. Now the waves are rolling, breaking slowly.
Lao Tzu wrote: "A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent on arriving." I thought of that as I drove, each moment enough.