Staring At The Sun

It started in winter. Winter became spring, which faded slowly into summer. Summer looked up at the sun one last time, took a long deep breath, shrugged, and gave way to fall. All good things must pass. But fear not: paths that cross will cross again. Hard to believe I've spent a bit of each season in LA, about nine months so far. Here's to many more seasons of clear skies, dreamy sunsets, and endless waves.