I was fortunate to live in a beautiful environment when I was living with my parents. Our house was backed up against a nature preserve in Northern California where coyotes, bobcat, deer, and rattle snakes roamed. The nature preserve consisted of rolling foothills covered with long silver grass and oak trees. Beyond the preserve was the densely forested Santa Cruz mountain range and beyond that lay the mighty Pacific.
I spent much time wandering in that preserve during the day and the night. It was a magical place. On one side was unspoiled nature, on the other side one could view the entire bay area from San Jose all the way to San Francisco. The contrast was even more remarkable on a moonlit night. On one side was the silver fog rolling over the Santa Cruz mountains like a giant Pacific wave, on the other side one could see the city of lights and the thousands of cars constantly meandering like a snake along the 280 freeway. You could hear the slight but constant hum of the cars in motion.
It was here that I felt most at home especially at sunset or at night when the wind blew. It was here that I took my first true love. It was here that I would go before a big high school baseball or football game to calm my nerves and gain perspective. It was here I went with my beloved brother to contemplate our existence. And it was here that I realized mankind has yet to figure out the Enigma.