Big Sur

"Pacific fury flashing on rocks that rise like gloomy seashroud towers out of the cove, the bingbang cove with its seas booming inside caves and slapping out, the cities of seaweed floating up and down you can even see their dark leer in the phosphorescent seabeach nightlight." - Jack Kerouac

My return to Big Sur was a glorious one.  Standing on the edge of the world with the Pacific expanding to oblivion reminded me of how small I am in the grand scheme of life.  I missed it terribly.