Santa Barbara, here I come.

There's nothing like a long drive to clear your mind. And a change of scenery to make you appreciate what you have.

Also...another poem:


Last Wednesday

I almost believed in God
The way the sun bloomed
Over the sea's cerulean.

Waves white-capped,
A thousand miles beyond my visage,
Pure.

Amazing Grace echoed in my ears
And my eyes
Lit with the sun.

How sweet the sound.

T'was grace that taught my heart to fear
And grace my fears relieved.
How precious did that grace appear

The hour I almost believed.

--Alicia (2011)