The warmly cool, clear, ringing, perfumed, overflowing, redundant days, were as crystal goblets of Persian sherbet, heaped up – flaked up, with rose-water snow. — Herman Melville
Soquel Cove, Santa Cruz
At Soquel Cove, we took a breath. It was a welcome break after the crazy rush to get Allora ready in SF. We didn’t even go ashore.