5,000 MILES SOFT

The drive from Santa Rosa to Emeryville at 9 PM is a pallet of soft blues and greens. I described Nojiri as soft greens, but I was wrong. Its greens are quite strong and vibrant and even harsh sometimes. This here is soft. So what did I mean and somehow still mean when I think of Nojiri as soft? There must be something in the air there, that paints an extra veneer or layer over my eyes or something. Or the colors there come with a dream. Softness is me being there.