Los Angeles

Do you ever see something so beautiful that it makes you want to cry? Tears well up in your eyes and your whole body trembles a little bit? That is the ocean. That is the blue sky. That is the exhibit where the whole room vibrates with sound and movement and energy.

I don't love Los Angeles. I will never fall in love with Los Angeles. It is too much for me. Nothing connects to me. It is either too devastating, too scary and jarring or too fake. But my, it is so beautiful. I have never seen the blue in the sky bluer. I have never seen the sky vaster or more endless. Almost as if depth had changed in this part of the world. I don't know how depth can change like that, but it feels so immense to be there in the sun, in the blue. In the warmth. It shakes me. It shocks me. LA always feels like a dream to me. Moreso than any other place on Earth. I can't believe what exists. I am in awe. I am humbled. I am mystified. A place like no other.

It is the end of January and it is warm. We drive along in a convertible with the top down. Wind rushing through our hair. We eat fresh seafood beside the ocean. I dip my feet into the sand. I am walking without a jacket on the Venice Boardwalk. I have coffee outside. I take my time. There is an ease that only sunshine can bring. There is a look of ease that only exists after being lovingly embraced by sunshine.

Thank you, Los Angeles.