8.13.2006
We took a weekend off without planning anything, no vacations, no rushes and detinations.
Without knowing what direction to go, we went up the Coastal Range with Ryan's new motorcycle. We stopped at the end of the road as it climbed as high as it could go.
When the engine was turned off, nothing could be heard but the wind and trees.
It felt really nice when the cool sea breezes brushed through my face. I wish all weekends could be like this. Sometimes "nothing" means more than the emptiness it conveys.
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