LAX is the start to a dream. There you enter an oasis that one does not fully expect.
Bonfires on the beach.
Warm sand in your toes partially because of its surrounding of the crackling flames in the fire pit but more so because of the warm sun that illuminated off of the beige surface earlier in the day.
The ukulele and guitar in harmony as sounds of people singing “I’m Yours” travels through the air. The sound of the waves, crashing, but in the most eloquent way.
The smell of marshmallows burning as they plop down into the black hole. Oh no.
Driving in the car.
Windows down blasting top hits or indie think-you-are-cool (music).
Hair everywhere, no hair tie found, but you don’t care.
Not thinking about any stress, any worry, living.
Living not for tomorrow, and only thinking about today, this hour, this current second.
Going home and showering off the day’s glory. The sand from the hours you spent in the ocean. Less makeup. Comfy clothes. Aloe. More aloe.
Home. Dinner is on the stove. Please let it be green.
A tomato mozzarella salad. Fresh. Thank you.
Sleep. Wake up late. Feel the sunshine coming in through your transparent white curtains.
Hot, but not sweating. Moist, but in the most relaxing way.
Coffee. One cup, two cups.
Need food. Toast—lathered with avocado--- need some seeds. Grains. Rough pepper. Crackling. Squeeze. Love the lemon acidity.
Plans. Santa Monica. Los Angeles. You drive, I drive. City. You drive.
Off for the day but one thing
California
Let me sleep eat and repeat.
Crushing white water as it faintly appears on the shore.
Acai bowls, green juices and avocados on everything.
Living to see the summer sunset because of the majestic purple, pink, orange colors blending together for a beautiful landscape.
Intertwining city and beach, being in both of the places for all of the seasons.
Forever thinking you are in a dream.
Only driving with the windows down, fresh air blowing through your salty hair.
Rock climbing, off-roading, reminiscing on star gazing.
Noticing every flower, every tree and every good thing.
Imagining your life without home, how you would like it and how would you adapt.
Amazed by its beauty, and forever grateful to call it home.
Till it’s not. And it’s only a dream.
California, how I wish I could disappear back to you.
You never realize how much you love something until you give it up.
May you always be sunshine filled, an escape from reality and full of good vibes.
Leaving. Left. Back to reality.
