One afternoon, after a particularly stressful day, I was in desperate need of some fresh air and sunshine. So I took a long drive that ended at a favorite local lookout point, known to many of the locals as Point Panic. It was quite crowded that day, and I was lucky to squeeze my truck into a spot vacated by a mini cooper only moments before I arrived. Having a few nips, a bottle of oj and my favorite travel mug handy, I poured myself a drink and went about removing the moonroof so I could perch in the opening to enjoy the view. I exchanged greetings with some of the others enjoying the amazing spectacle of light and color, also pausing to snap photos of the ever-changing scene. The spot has always been a favorite of mine, since I was a child when my mother brought me here to scavenge for sea glass, neat shells and whatever mysteries the fickle sea threw to shore. I often find myself here, when I feel the need to seek guidance, or solitude. Grateful, I’m lucky to find both.