Forgs and crickets and oak trees

So I made it back to Paso Robles 

"one of my happy places"

Out my window I hear the crickets and frogs in the creek serenading the night.

Out my window I see the oak trees swaying in the breeze, I see the Spanish moss growing off of the branches because the air is so clean.

I took a trip to Franklin pond "the sulfur spring where the locals go" . I shared a twenty four pack with my brothers and spent the whole night laughing. Now my skin is clear and soft. 

In other words It's feels damn good to be back. 

well until next time paca bitches paca