Writing About Nature: Mendocino Magic

All day sunlight has sparkled on the forest, newly washed, that clothes the ridge. Huge waves curl over rocks at land’s edge. As the sun sinks into the sea, fog rises, smoky purple, to enfold it. Just clear of the fogbank, a sliver of new moon appears. Above the moon in the twilit sky, two planets, Venus and Jupiter, move toward each other. Once again, the Mendocino Coast pulls at something deep inside me. We who live here call it the Mendocino magic, and are thankful that we have known this place.

        Maureen Eppstein