Rincon Moments

bekah General 1 Comment

Driving North on the 101, there’s an imaginary line, where, once crossed, life becomes effortless. It’s where the road narrows, and to the left is ocean forever, and on the the right, mountains climb, and without even thinking, I grab the wheel, so Bryan can get lost in the waves. Up ahead, the Ventura bridge hovers in teal air, and down below, rocks jut at the perimeter …