There is so much beauty here, along this winsome stretch of coast.The waters sparkle and glint with a thousand generous rays of sun; deep, glorious sapphires and aquas swirl and march artfully on the shore like liquid soldiers of Monet. Across the tracks from the ocean lay the hills, sweetly rounded and green, their grasses blown by gentle winds and nibbled by contented cattle. I wish for a fleeting moment that we could stop and rest upon those grasses; rest, perhaps to be replenished, or at least to breathe. But the train rolls on through the lazy afternoon, past Santa Barbara and Lompoc and places without names – on, on in search of Frisco. |