We drove to Santa Monica on Tuesday night. 4 people in a high speed drunken burn though the desert looking towards the Pacific. At the edge of the continent, we fall asleep. Looking north towards Malibu, Santa Barbara, Monterrey, eventually San Francisco, I get nervous. The ocean breeze is cold, the waves loud. The wind comes off of thousands of miles of ocean. Driving home, the wind has come across hundreds of miles of flat desert sand and heat. Nursing our sunburns we already miss the ocean.