California, I.O.U. (...too soon?)

I'm going to borrow some words today.

The spring is beautiful in California. Valleys in which the fruit blossoms are fragrant pink and white waters in a shallow sea. Then the first tendrils of the grapes, swelling from the old gnarled vines, cascade down to cover the trunks. The full green hills are round and soft as breasts. And on the level vegetable lands are the mile-long rows of pale green lettuce and the spindly little cauliflowers, the gray-green unearthly artichoke plants. ~The Grapes of Wrath

The Western land, nervous under the beginning change. The Western States, nervous as horses before a thunder storm...The Western States are nervous under the beginning change. need is the stimulus to concept, concept to action. A half-million people moving over the country; a million more restive, ready to move; ten million more feeling the first nervousness. ~The Grapes of Wrath

This is the kind of place where a person should really be alone, you know? when you bring a big gang here it somehow desecrates it not that I'm referring to us or anybody in particular? there's such a sad sweetness to those trees as tho yells shouldn't insult them or conversation only... ~Big Sur

Cold wind brings hints
of all the good food in Frisco
(& maybe all the love,
& surely all the hate)

Hey CA. Just wanted to say hi and I miss you. And the missing is metaphoric because I wasn't old enough to properly remember you.