There will be days when the mountain calls your name.  Answer her.

Take the fun car.

The one that will zip you down to Highway One, to the place, where the hills open and the ocean shows through. 

It doesn’t last long. The road twists through another switchback and you’re in the woods again. Keep driving.

Faster now. Down the side of the mountain, down through the redwoods, through the tourists and the Buddhists.

Here.

Where the mountain falls away, where you are left with grass and dune and blue.

This is how you know you are home. There is sand between your toes and water licking up your feet.

There will be days when the ocean calls your name. Go to her.