Get up early. Get ready. Catch the sun as it rises. Warm glistening light. Cars racing along the Boulevard. Everyone’s got a place to go. I’m running. Breathing. Looking. Listening. Just a moment in time. The city is waking up. Or did it even sleep at all? What’s going on behind those windows, those walls, in those cars? Are they laughing, crying, thinking, questioning? And where does that leave me? RIGHT HERE ON THE VENTURA I START MY DAY.
August 10, 2018
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