Dear Reader, Last weekend, Anne and I visited Santa Barbara, a beautiful coastal city about 100 miles north of Los Angeles. This is some of the beauty we saw while walking along a cliff above the sea.
In golden yellow strands, the sun warmed the air and welcomed the purple, yellow and red blooms of wild flowers on either side of the soft brown dirt path, on plants that were as small as a foot in height and as tall as 7 feet. The 25 foot tall palm trees just east of the path swayed in the soft breeze, fluttering their franz in a sound that was like a gentle exhale of breath through resting lips.
Below the clear light blue sky, the dark blue sea stretched as far as the eye could see, perhaps 20 miles out. While 50 yards from the shore, every several seconds a 2 or 3 foot tall wave crashed with a tiny slam into white watery foam which washed all the way to the dark white sandy shore, emitting a heavenly salt spray scent.
Bobbing up and down about 200 yards offshore were two work boats, both with black hulls, each with small white cabins, one boat about 20 yards long, the other about 5 yards in length smaller. We did not know what work they were doing but they added color to the scenery.
We followed the path about 100 yards from the cliff's height of about that of a 10 story building until our feet reached the sand. And there we stood, enjoying each other's company, captivated with nature's magnificence and relaxed by the beauty, as we set our cares aside.
Dick
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