On a sun filled morning, my best friend and I walked from Ross to San Anselmo for our routine breakfast at a small diner (sitting across from George Lucas, of course) before heading to Mount Tam to hike. I'd never been to northern California before and was in awe of how green and lush the vegetation is.
The air was colder and fresher amidst the Redwoods and the entire forest, blanketed in thick moss, seemed enchanted. Stone stairs rose up along the dirt paths and a low, strong silence reverberated throughout the ground and into me. We didn't have anywhere else to be - or even think of being - and it felt good.
