Quiet Harbor Mind

There is a specific kind of quiet you only find at the end of a coastal bus line in late July. The air smells like salt and sunbaked asphalt, the cicadas are loud in the hills, and cold green tea from a roadside vending machine sweats in your hand. The front carries our "SLOW DRIFT" title piece with seaside morning glories, while the back opens into a painted view of a curved road heading down to quiet fishing skiffs and towering summer clouds. It is made for days when you have no itinerary, nowhere to rush, and a whole afternoon to spend watching the water.