His hands were shaking as he fumbled with the car key. This man who had been laid back and nonchalant the previous forty five minutes was on the verge of losing his temper with me.
"So, what are you going to do?!" he practically yells at me like a frustrated parent. All I wanted to do was see how much a new car lease would be.
And now, I just wanted to get the hell out of there. Frightening your customers is not a good sales tactic. He was desperate, I get it. But the dude was trying to sell me SUVs. I have a teeny car, I had no interest in big cars. You gotta listen to your customer and then, not be attached to the outcome. I felt the manipulation from a mile away and all I wanted to do was be back in West Marin.
I drove over the hill as the sun made the hills golden. There's this point between West Marin and the rest of the world, where all of a sudden you feel like you can breathe again, you feel at peace– calm and happy. You didn't even realize how stressed out the city had made you until you arrive here.
Bolinas isn't far from home. It's magical, especially on a Tuesday night when not many are here but hell, even when it is packed full of people, the place still holds it's pacific vibe.
I sit on the wall and watch the surfers. I say hi to all who pass by, remembering how overwhelmingly separatist this place occurred to me when I first moved here. Now, I recognize people and even if I don't know them, I say hi as I have finally learned that I don't have the anonymity I always had in a large city or on the road– and I like that, love it, actually.
Nothing could have been a better solution to the aggression of old car salesmen.
I vowed to spend more time watching the sun set over the ocean. It's so close yet I haven't been in weeks. But, THIS, this I have and it should not be taken for granted. So as the days get longer, giving more time to get to the sea, I shall try in earnest to be there with that setting sun.