The 101
We turned north heading back to San Francisco from San Jose. This is one of the places where I had longed to be...the 101! I was to be heading home soon as we thrust our way through the dizziness of the California sun. We moved quickly and even the unevenness of the pavement rang melodies in my mind. Is magic much too dim a word to describe the perfection that this moment had become? Yet, in all its glory this was far from complete.
The revelry in the bliss of the moment was stricken in this awfulness: she was not by my side.
The revelry in the bliss of the moment was stricken in this awfulness: she was not by my side.
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