standing in the cold water of Newport Beach… with the waves coming at me from the front, which is to be expected… and then I noticed they were coming at me from the sides, too. I could either stare and wonder how cold the water was going to be and wonder how much deeper in sand my feet would be buried- or I could just know that eventually it’s coming and let it be what it is.
also- i could only imagine the things I’d be taught about in SoCal… and how the hell I decided to run and I ended up here…
as i essentially ran from nothing and everything followed me, visiting southern cali the second time was much better than the first… even as a solo, day before planned trip. 70 degree weather, no clouds, and a sunburn on my right leg, as I just smashed a cheeseburger on the side of the road on balboa island, about to get a frozen banana before I Uber to the airport to go back to the same empty feeling I have here, with a Jesus DJ playing behind me and slowly humming into the mic.. if you could see it..
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