I miss Santa Cruz. I miss the serenity. I miss the look of traffic with no new cars in it. I miss the free bread, the preciousness of sunshine, milf-o'clock at Kelly's, Marlee and the saffa, the Hippy, the Monst, the 903, the Lane, west cliff - and east cliff, I guess.
Is life so nonchalant? I guess? Yeah, I guess. So the metro bus in my face so reminds me. Washington and Pacific, I guess. I miss the serenity. The calm on the morning sea. The brisk sunlight and the morning breeze. Those mornings, after nights hard slept, with that yoke of reality on my shoulders and in my mind, heavy on the breath. Those winds, soft as they were, pushed that yoke off, past the mind and the breath, off-shore and out to sea. To the edge of the bay with the rest of an ominously puffy and low marine layer, like a little patch of sunny coastline that escaped the morose grasp of cloud cover consuming the California coastline that winter day. I looked towards the lighthouse, which was visible, but the massive fog front had swallowed the pier behind it. That day I truly understood the devote passion of ancient sun worship. It calms the mind and ignites the skin; enchanting, that little cove town. Enchant me again LA. Push away this haze in the day, rest my soul and find me on my feet, always marching on, past norcal living towards the future, not looking back, just remembering fondly, eyeing that sunset on a light breeze to the horizon's not muddied by this growth on the coast. The sky lights up like an acid trip and everything before me becomes a perfect silhouette. I'll be waiting with baited breath as this place slowly becomes familiar again. For better or for worse.
[piss break]
