We've been home almost 2 weeks and I woke up early today, before the sunrise, thoughts of our trip filling my head. I miss seeing the stars fade,
watching the sun rise over the Sea of Cortez, the quietness.
I get up and make coffee, walk out the front door to see the dawning sky, see streaks of color that remind of waking up in the interior of
Baja California Sur where we'd spent the night at Rancho Piedra Blanca. The cows were impatient, time for milking, and the family
came out to start their chores while it was still dark.
Standing on my porch I hear the dull background roar of commuter traffic.
I am very grateful to have experienced this place.