BIG SUR AFTER RAIN
Rainwater in eucalyptus groves off Highway 1. A fragrance drawn from epic California coastal drives: top down, motorway boogie, winds whipping around each corner. Jaw-dropping bridges, tiny beaches, and stoic mountains loom in the land of seekers, songsters, and mystics.
The wild shrill of Black Francis coming through the radio in the August heat. Ripe fig, iris, coconut milk, tonka and dry blond woods.