Ceanothus bloom wild silver wild sage early early March morning wispy silk thin clouds explode over the ridge like signals Peel a blood orange watch the crimson juice run down your fingers, inhale its perfectness, let the mountain breeze wisp it away, then smile (AND pack out your trash)
Every walk tells a story
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