Photogenic Interludes: California Dreaming……on that Divine Line: PCH 1

It’s like a dream. This moment to witness the majestic paradise of the highway. I could never sleep nor grow old as I venture into the vast space of the west. Our species, our planet and our environments have these biotic divination of the transverse at our disposal to venture upon. I can only hope we human beings can awaken ourselves from the nightmare created by our very erudition.

This dream never dies. It continually evolves. It gradually revolves. It’s the fabric that stitches our moral sanctity. Walking this divine line, watching the setting sun and the breathing the ocean air of mother breathe as it siphon into the senses of our minds and perforates into our bodies.

I have been traveling all day since 8 am from Las Vegas to land at Zuma beach for about an hour. After watching the sunset, I left the beach as darkness fell. No sunlight only shadows of people walking, jogging and sitting around Zuma Beach enjoying the night against the distant sunset ocean background. Breathing the air. Indulged in the comfort of the ocean breeze. Sounds of the waves are like aquatic ambient drone vibrations of a loner’s distance hallow heart.

I continue my drive up PCH for another hour or so. I had my mask on and my car window down. I was listening to the ocean waves crash and splash upon the shores of the various beach communities as i drove by peering out the window toward the ocean to my left. I saw RV’s galore stationed by the ocean as they take in the ocean breeze and breath in mother’s fresh aqua perfume “Pacifica!”

As I drove, the darkness continued to infuse the night with little visible lights. My eyes began to get drowsy. Within an hour later, I see the large cliff right in front of the ocean. I found my spot, so I parked my car. I tilt my seat back…..I tilt my head back with body adjusted comfortably….I tilted my head back then……I get lost in another dream within this dream……

I had to sit by the ocean.

I had to sleep in my car.

I had to peer out to the ocean.

I had to smell its essence.

I had to be in front of its presence.

I had to have you for myself

O, Pacifica I walk the beach searching for your sparkling sea shells

O, Pacifica can I jump from a cliff into your water never to rise to surface.

O, Mother will ever a peacefully exist for us amongst your majestic surf.

O, Mother…..

O, Pacifica……

Doors locked, eyes closed, seat adjusted, taste the comfort as I fall asleep………..

It’s like a dream.

This moment to witness the majestic paradise of the highway.

I could never sleep nor grow old as I venture into the vast space of the west.

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