July 20--Santa Cruz, California. The island looked like a rumpled bed. Sofia could imagine the soft earth being shoved aside so that it formed ridges and valleys, and then solidified over the ages. She could see how erosion had played its part too. It had been years since she took a geology class in college but rocks don't change all that quickly. Her granddaughter told her that now students took classes in Earth Science but Sofia thought that was just plain old Geology dressed up in Sunday clothes. She sat on the rocky beach examining the pebbles as they were turned by the gentle surf. She had promised Ed that she wouldn't bring home too many rocks but she knew that he definition of too many was far apart from hers. She had even brought a little extra cash just in case her suitcase got a little too heavy for the new airline rules. Oh, that was a pretty one.
Finally. I was running late and didn't have time to type this earlier. Sorry you had to wait. (despite what it says down below this post, it's 12:35 PM) For those who care, I'm feeling much happier today. It's a nice change.