Brains!

You know when you think about a song, and you get lost in it, so much that you almost want to cry? Sometimes I get that way about land. Even land I've seen a million times. I'm surprised the ridge line of the Santa Monicas, as seen from Lincoln Blvd as it drops into Ballona, isn't burned into my brain. A subtle wash of pale pink, rose up from them, this evening, and finally I saw my first fall sunset. I think about moving through places a lot. I'm dreaming off all the places unexplored, the places set before me on my foot path. Inhaling those landscapes, memorizing them, just like the melody of a song. I get excited, I feel like I'm coming home, when I think about moving through places. It's the most comforting feeling in the world, to know I'm going exploring.

Sometimes I feel like that is all that is left of LA for me. The landscapes I've memorized. The rest I've lost faith in. Nothing really keeps me rooted here, and sweet whispers call me elsewhere. But I keep myself in the present, work through the steps. Whatever will be, will be.