One of my very best friends is making his way down to CR to visit me next week. I couldn’t be happier to see him, but then it occurred to me: maybe this visit is his last hoorah and he’s on his way down to find a cliff to jump from. Maybe he wants out of this life and a beautiful place like this, a place that typically serves to at the very least reset mental states to a manageable baseline, would have the opposite effect. And not unlike that kid from American Beauty, my friend won’t be able to handle so much beauty in the world and will commit to hopping from one of my favorite spectacular viewpoints into the jagged coastal rocks below.
I won’t be walking him to any unless leashed. See you soon old friend.