होम स्वीट होम

Waking up in LA every morning, the rush of waves like traffic on the 405. The oranges are like tangible dreams, tree picked tangerine sweet and sunkissed like my face and shoulders after a day in Venice.

My nails are painted cherry pink! Watching them sink into the white sand, they look like little red shells. I love it out there. I love the fog in the morning, the cloud of ocean coming into the city like morning rush hour. I love the combination of avacado and cerulean, I love the crazy people on the beach willing to trade philosophy for pot. I love colorful asian print on rich mexican fabrics, the way the mountains encase the shore like the delicate walls of a jewelry box.

It is so far away from home.