I come from a small valley in Northern California that fills with fog every morning. It burns off by the afternoon to entice out the evening’s symphony for a show by the edge of each pond. I couldn’t help but find magic there, now I’m trying to find my way back.
If you know the question to 42, want to give me wine, food, or a kitten*, we can be friends.
*Disclaimer: I just want to pet the kitten, you can have it back when I’m done.