Who?
Al
Where?
Santa Cruz, California
What?
"Seeing you sit there, watching the sea, reading your book is the most peaceful thing I have seen all day."
How did he react?
"Thank you!" He smiled.
How did I feel?
Al was sweet. Meeting him sparked a day which had been perfect in itself. It started in San Francisco at 5.30 AM and contained my first surf in Santa Cruz, jamming under red wood trees, Yoga and poetry on the cliff, salt on my lips, cooking in a Victorian UCSC student palace, Californian wine swinging in a thin glass, a hundred new freckles on my nose and sand behind my ears, waves raining down on my open arms and a wonderful person's company all day long. I don't remember when I felt as fulfilled and happy last... Probably back in March in the same state I am in now.
While my friend Noah and I took a walk along the shore (and, of course, an epic sunset) I spotted Mark. Facing the sun, legs crossed, sitting on a wooden bench he was reading a book. Every inch of his body radiated with calm and peace. Mark's voice was gone but he didn't spare the effort to have a chat one I'd approached him. I found out he'd been a gymnastics teacher back when his voice was still with him. The book he read was on mythology. His expression was open and his smile winning. Looking at the picture now I wonder why I didn't compliment him on his most obvious greatness, the stunning mustache.
The blog's address? "Oh, don't bother, I am no really good with the internet." A picture? "Sure! Not very many people come up to me and ask me for a picture. Go ahead!"
Thanks, Al! Be safe and keep spreading that peaceful vibe. It's wonderfully sweet.
Al
Where?
Santa Cruz, California
What?
"Seeing you sit there, watching the sea, reading your book is the most peaceful thing I have seen all day."
How did he react?
"Thank you!" He smiled.
How did I feel?
Al was sweet. Meeting him sparked a day which had been perfect in itself. It started in San Francisco at 5.30 AM and contained my first surf in Santa Cruz, jamming under red wood trees, Yoga and poetry on the cliff, salt on my lips, cooking in a Victorian UCSC student palace, Californian wine swinging in a thin glass, a hundred new freckles on my nose and sand behind my ears, waves raining down on my open arms and a wonderful person's company all day long. I don't remember when I felt as fulfilled and happy last... Probably back in March in the same state I am in now.
While my friend Noah and I took a walk along the shore (and, of course, an epic sunset) I spotted Mark. Facing the sun, legs crossed, sitting on a wooden bench he was reading a book. Every inch of his body radiated with calm and peace. Mark's voice was gone but he didn't spare the effort to have a chat one I'd approached him. I found out he'd been a gymnastics teacher back when his voice was still with him. The book he read was on mythology. His expression was open and his smile winning. Looking at the picture now I wonder why I didn't compliment him on his most obvious greatness, the stunning mustache.
The blog's address? "Oh, don't bother, I am no really good with the internet." A picture? "Sure! Not very many people come up to me and ask me for a picture. Go ahead!"
Thanks, Al! Be safe and keep spreading that peaceful vibe. It's wonderfully sweet.
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