Dear California,
I’ve wanted to write you for a long time. I miss you terribly, you see, when Paris grey takes over, or even when the sun comes out and air is fresh, like now.
The problem is that here, there is no algal freshness of the ocean, there are no crashing waves, no Green Flash either. As much as I love history in the paving stones, I sometimes long for sunset bonfires, tide pools, and the grit of sand…
I miss you, Skaters! Won’t you bring your freedom here?
O Sunrise Surfers, first, the waves, then school…You had it right!
For some, it’s fashion, rad today, back again in twenty years or so, but not for me…This heart will always hold the long-haired boys, the low-cloud mornings, red tide seasons…An endless love affair with my own Endless Summer…
My California Symphony:
Start with a little of this..
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Then, try the antidote…
Add a dash of…
And don’t forget…