Fresno isn't exactly en route from San Diego to Santa Cruz.
But it is physically in a rather central location in the state, and thus is home to assorted important events, such as the high school state cross-country meet. And so it was that I found myself driving with my dad and my brother from one home to another via a completely out-of-the-way location.
We didn't go directly back from Fresno to Santa Cruz, but stopped in Monterey along the way to visit Point Lobos State Reserve, where we discovered that the ocean was feeling playful, or perhaps in need of reminding the children that crawled from her depths so long ago of her dominance over this planet. I witnessed one kind of strength in the morning, another in the afternoon; both awesome, both of which I will never experience. All I will ever know is what I see through my own eyes, but that will have to be enough. Besides, it's not what you see, but how you see it - and I intend to see it all as an adventure.
It felt wonderful to see my family and friends again; almost as though I'd never been gone, which was reassuring. Even though I didn't get as much time with them as I would have liked, I'm ready to take on finals (I hope) knowing that I'll see them again in two short weeks, although they may not be so short now that Aaron's brought back a new subwoofer that can shake the entire third floor.
Current music: Linkin Park: Crawling