The waves lap against the wind blown sand, as the birds fly across the fog-ridden blue sky. The surfers dance on the wave, a delicate balance between being in control and out of control. Wave after wave, they continue, in search of the mystical perfect wave. The bright mid-afternoon sun gives a sparkle to the water, illuminating each and every drop as the waves come crashing down. The beach constantly being reshaped, stands the test of the time. The beach is kinda like our lives. It stays similar in form but molds too the different seasons and conditions that comes at it. Cute cottages line this picturesque Californian beach town. Still retaining that true Californian surf scene. Things go and things change, but one thing that won’t change is this little beach town tucked between the mountains and the ocean. And that towns name is Santa Barbara.