H.C. is having a flood of memories as he is driving in the early morning ocean fog. It is his first road trip since retirement. It still doesn’t feel real, more like a dream one can’t wake up from easily. He parks and takes in the early morning ocean breeze along San Diego’s Sunset Cliffs.
He still can’t quite remember the last time he was here, but it’s of no matter. Let’s be in the moment instead of dwelling on the murky past. H.C. just starts walking. Surfers waiting for that perfect wave. Pelican’s glide along the coast in a perfect bomber formation. A van or two is parked along the road with blankets and towels covering the windows so the occupants inside can sleep.
The signs of danger are everywhere, but not to warn one of the homeless, but instead of the ground giving way and falling into the ocean. How many times has this happened. He keeps walking, taking chances by perhaps being a bit too close to the edge. How ironic would it be if he fell to his death, less than a month into being work free?
Mile after mile H.C. goes, feeling lighter with each step. The clouds start to break apart, the fog lifts, and the sun kisses his face and warms his legs. Ocean waves calms nerves and sets his mind right.
