Cruising with Christine through the Black Buttes with the top rolled down. Oh Northern California you know how to shine with your good looks and blue skies.
Such pleasure seeing those hills green.
After living all these years in France I understand what the French often notice when they come to the States... open space, far, wide, big skies, a big chunk of wonder and awe, to stretch out and breath.
The road ahead asked, "Are you gonna follow or not?"
The oak tree waves, "Look over yonder, plant a thought or two, then grab a cloud and go."
The cloud up above floats by as if to say, "Let it be."
Christine and I drove on,
letting the day unfold before us.
The incredible fortunate joy of being able to just be who we are where we are.
Where is the road leading you?