I was just thinking

     The last time I drove Highway 1 I caught a glimpse of the sun peering like a giant eye through smoky clouds. I pulled over and parked on one of those raised sandy turnouts that overlook the ocean. The pearly light was spread over the grey-green water as it sloshed up on the sand. Suddenly, I saw the ancient golden statues I had glorified liquefy into the blood that built them and all of the stone temples crumble into the bones of our first ancestors laid open and unburied under the sun. And as civilization reversed its flow in one deafening inhale I sat in the burnt out fields of California. Even so, I still traveled over 7,000 miles from my home,  even if it's just to see really good magic.