Sequoia Coast ~For we have traveled a long way, the ocean is near~

She looked to him, as he was thinking…. What was he thinking? He wasn’t quite readable at first, but she sensed that he was at ease. He smiled, her enthusiasm being contagious she assumed.

He had said, simply, it’s pretty. She agree wholeheartedly, it was truly a pretty sight. Nothing like her home pack. Did it match anything he was familiar with? Perhaps where he was raised? She was curious, though did not press as this was a peaceful moment for each of them, though strangers still.

He sat down, letting his body have comfort. Yes, it was a very long journey, so she joined him and relished in a warm sandy-ish grassy seat. She would watch little things scatter under the sound, then turned her attention back to him. Canada? He was wondering about her home territory where she and John had grown up.

“Cold, it was cold most of the year.” She continued, “though we would have some pleasant temperatures in the spring. Not usually too cold. We also have more daylight than in the winter.” True as it was, Canada was dark most of the winter, sundown coming earlier.

“Would you like to talk about where you remember? I’m sure you’d like Canada, though where I am from is very northwest of these land borders. It’s a good trip, more than three days.” His face changed, almost to a deep thinking state. Was he having a flashback of some sort? Should she have not said anything or even asked about his home?