My route strokes along the side of the Pacific along the sides of Sunset Cliffs. Every time there’s a different texture to the trip: marine layer fuzzing the horizon, Santa Ana’s making the air knife sharp, the sweep of clouds catching the light silver or flame, and the blue—so many hues. Beauty’s true color is blue.
I spend much of my life hustling through tasks until the day when my real life magically starts. But in September, I decided that this is my real life and I need to actually live it. To put practices in place that feed who I am.