For three years i was able to hear the shrilling screams of the fighting raccoons', the startling rustle of the leaves moved by the dear, the swaying and rocking of the redwood trees, the chirping of the crickets, the eerie calls of the crows, the various calls of the many beautiful and majestic birds, I was able to smell the sweet smell of the earth and smell as well as feel the piercing cold of the fresh air. I now can hear the busy streets of the town, smell the salty fresh air of the ocean, hear the crashing of the waves and listen to the calls of the seals.
Santa Cruz, I love you.