Troubled Coast Asilomar's Hold
There’s nothing like a summers night spent with your friends under a velvet sky. Caught between the ebb and flow, between the sea and a roaring fire. So far from our busy lives, so close to this paradise. If this beach could speak, it would bid us stay. If these stars could hold they would grant us rest. Atop the whitest sands we scrap the skies, besides this great ocean we seem like ants. 100 miles from home, besides the fires glow. A thousand reasons to stay and not one to go.
