Dain Miller

Big Sur


Often, when the clouds pile up in the north and the sea is churned with white caps, I say to myself: "This is the California that men dreamed of years ago, this is the Pacific that Balboa looked out on from the peak of Darien, this is the face of the earth as the Creator intended it to be."
All excerpts are gratefully from "Big Sur and the Oranges of Hieronymous Bosch", by Henry Miller.
On a clear, bright day, when the blue of the sea rivals the blue of the sky.
Often when following the trail which meanders over the hills, I pull myself up in an effort to encompass the glory and the grandeur which envelops the whole horizon.
... And ever the sea recedes. Moon drag. To the west, new land, new figures of earth. Dreamers, outlaws, forerunners. Advancing toward the other world of long ago and far away, the world of yesterday and tomorrow. The world within the world.