“Stories are people. I’m a story, you’re a story… Our stories go in every direction, but sometimes, if we’re lucky, our stories join into one, and for awhile, we’re less alone.” Jess Walter an American novelist.
Usually the stories have elements of experience with universal appeal. Though, sometimes, it is a shared view of something of enormous natural beauty at a particular time of year found in only a few locales.
John Steinbeck in my favorite piece of fiction, East of Eden, describes the magnificent blooming of spring’s wildflowers in Salinas, CA where he grew up. On a family trip over thirty years ago, before I read Steinbeck’s work, we saw in a California valley just below a descending highway called The Grapevine, a similar, breathtaking, view of miles of purple lupines against yellow poppies.
It was so memorable. Our story joined Steinbeck’s into one. Something lit up in…