I am a consumate workaholic and for some reason I rarely find my way home. But that is my goal, of course, to spend more time at home. I live in Hermosa Beach, a bohemian-chic and laid back town famous for it's volleyball and community spirit.Yesterday, I made good on my promise and took a day off. I got on my bike and headed for the sea. Simple pleasures.. Pure sweet air. Unfiltered sunlight. Here everything seems fresher and flavors are more vibrant. I spent a peaceful afternoon on a bench facing the ocean with a local newspaper on my lap.My entertainment was the antics of the pelicans and dolphins and an epic sand castle.The view was blue for miles. Volleyball players were staked out in their usual spots. Preparing for the annual AVP Tournament.A fairy-tale simplicity.
But the carriage turned into the pumpkin. Time to get back on the 4o5 and head east. Forward to unfriendly faces with indifferent hearts. But in the back of my mind, Hermosa Beach's last golden rays linger. Always...
But the carriage turned into the pumpkin. Time to get back on the 4o5 and head east. Forward to unfriendly faces with indifferent hearts. But in the back of my mind, Hermosa Beach's last golden rays linger. Always...
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Thanks for this lovely little break that you took so you could remind me of Hermosa. I love it there too. It's suddenly pretty cold here in Paris, and my beau is there in LA and I wish I was there with him, thawing out. :-)
Thanks for coming by my hood and laughing at my blog. I look forward to traveling along with you too.
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