I guess that makes me Alice. There are times I feel a bit like I've eaten the magic mushroom just because of the beauty here--or maybe it's the infusion of negative ions.
|Santa Cruz shines even in a photo taken on an old iPhone.|
We live two blocks from the beach, and sometimes at night I wake up to hear roaring, crashing waves--or barking sea lions. Some mornings we walk a block to our local cafe, get a coffee and a cherry turnover, and walk to our favorite bench overlooking the water.
My dad always loved the ocean. We lived hours from it, but whenever we went to a beach together, he'd insist we watch the sunset. He said there was something special about watching the sun sink into the water. You could see time pass. It was a reminder of the evanescence of life. Dad wanted to suck every moment from every day. Living in Santa Cruz makes me feel that way.