BLUE SERIES
by Rachael Thompson

The first time I drove along California's Pacific Coast Highway, I was lost, but not because of a mapping issue. I had recently moved from the East Coast with my husband and newborn daughter — full of possibility, but with no real plan for what would come next. And I felt very isolated. But the rhythmic and steady journey along the undulating ribbons of Big Sur’s sun-bleached oceanside cliffs both awakened my senses and brought me peace. So we listened to Joni Mitchell’s Blue album while rolling through the endless landscape of swaying pampas grass, and with the Pacific wind blowing through my hair, I realized I was finally home.