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Big Sur
lived up to
its reputation
today,
beaming out
from under
a silky mist
that hung over
the coast,
upon the first
whiff of trees
and forest,
the mood
went to sunny
and stayed
there,
perhaps what
they call
Chamber of
Commerce
weather, but
around here
we call it
weather
for the locals,
one of those
rare times
when nobody
else has the
same idea
of sneaking
away to play,
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leaving clear
roads and
light hearts,
snapping snazzy
photographs
breathing in
that salty
air, while the
booming white
water blasts
the rocks with
spray so high
as to reach
the sky,
where else
on earth
is such glory
that feeds
the spirit
with mainline
happiness,
forget about
success and
all that money
this is the real
thing,
honey,
the last thing
you might want
to do...
at the end.
©J.W.WINSLOW 1/1/10
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