Descending the Camarillo Grade

I am descending the Camarillo grade.

Halfway down I see nothing but clouds. The entire landscape is obscured from view.

It’s quite pretty this morning, in a chilly sort of way, and as I approach Exit 50 fog appears.

I can still see the tail lights of the cars ahead of me, and the sound wall, and the curves as I approach, but it’s getting denser now and the road signs are slightly obscured.

Today’s going to be a beautiful day even though at the moment I can’t see it.

Moments like these remind me to be thankful for this place that I live and the people in my life.

Written 28 Oct ’18, before the fires.