Ecola State Park

I took an overnight trip to say hello to the ocean and to see what nice spring clothes the forest trails picked up this season. A dozen different greens, a layering of mud and a mottled sky. Back in the urban noise for no more than an hour, I already miss the racket of waves and wind and want to run back, lash myself down to one of those mammoth driftwood logs or hide under the canopy of infant leaves and refuse to go. I always want more ocean, more bright air, more chartreuse, celadon and sap.