Each summer, the 'writer Barbara Jane Reyes goes on a journey in search of the beauty and poetry of the natural world.
Summer brings with it a certain set of rites and rituals - and each is personal and unique. For our A week 's ode to the season , T invited writers to share theirs. Here, the poet Barbara Jane Reyes describes an annual road trip along the California coast.
My summers for at least a decade have found me and my husband fleeing illegal fireworks shows and screaming side shows in Oakland, California, and headed up the Santa Cruz Mountains, up to the Monterey Peninsula and across the iconic Bixby Bridge to Big Sur. In the coastal redwood groves, I listen to the kids s 'marvel at the oldest tree. "It's so big, it's as big as the moon ", said to each other. I think: "This line will end in a poem I 'll write soon. "I can't help but hug these giant trees and walk away again.ec my hair and my arms covered with spider webs; I thank them for sharing their space and whisper: "Sorry, we're just passing through.