Big Sur

Oh, Big Sur, you are freaking amazing! With your august redwoods standing sentinel and your swooping shorelines. With the tannic smell of your forests, and the way your stingingly cold ocean air feels on my skin. With a history and poetry and richness of place that makes me want to smoke a pack of filterless cigarettes while I compose an elegy to your beauty, a glass of whiskey in my hand. You make me feel so darn arty. You really do.