This week I’ve been keeping my eyes on the sun, in the morning and on my way to home. It’s been seeming especially pretty lately, magnificent and blaring through the rows of old vines and gloriously golden at sunset. This week I’ve found myself pulling over more during my drive to work, and once even raced a huge orange sun in middle of pink clouds as it threatened to hide behind Mt. Diablo before I could speed to that empty field, where my favorite tree just grows and grows. This week, I trespassed in a couple of vineyards to catch a little bit of dew. I arrived a few minutes late to work once or twice because I was trying to figure out how to get to that one back road. And I’ve decided that the top floor of the parking structure at sunset is one of my new favorite place. It’s where the air blows freely, where you’re hidden from the people below who don’t think to look up and where the rugged rooftops are softened in a pink glow.
WELCOME!I’m Lauren — a gentle wanderlust who lives in a little valley nestled between Sacramento and San Francisco. I embrace life’s littlest and most poignant moments, and share them here.
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