A collection of boulders on the southern end of Carmel River State Beach are like an old friend to me–always there to be relied on when woken up. Yes, I see a face with eyes closed, head tilted on a pillow. Rest, my friend. 
Life perspectives from a wandering mind
A collection of boulders on the southern end of Carmel River State Beach are like an old friend to me–always there to be relied on when woken up. Yes, I see a face with eyes closed, head tilted on a pillow. Rest, my friend.
