The Most Beautiful Thing

I want to write about the most beautiful thing.

We traveled south on Highway 101, making our way along the Oregon coast after coming west from Portland to Tillamook – a long day’s meandering drive before heading east in the pre-sunset evening, over the Cascades, to Klamath Falls. We traveled the road, soon hugging the wild shore, stopping here and there, as we pleased, Lisa and I, to stretch, walk, look out over the Pacific, visit a shop, sit over coffees and cliffs. Unplanned.

The one pla...