Growing up in San Francisco Bay, I was surrounded by wildly diverse and beautiful landscapes.
We would sometimes skip school and drive to the beach. The warm sun, damp breeze, and sound of crashing waves was like therapy.
Sometimes we'd watch the hang gliders swirl in the coves where we sat on the edge of the high cliffs. They circled so close...I could maybe reach out and touch one of them.
Moments to remember -time with friends, time in the sun, time when everything feels right with the world, even if only for a short while.