I could smell the salt the moment I landed in LA. I have never been to the West coast. It is beautiful, perhaps everything that New York isn't. Crisp air shocked my lungs and the peaceful non ego souls were a welcomed surprise. I wasn't in New York anymore. The boardwalk, the endless sand and then there was the ocean. My dear friend. I have missed you everyday of my life. Blue, crashing waves and the mist of salt water to my face and the kiss of the sun. I become still, I take in every moment. It is here when I fall into the most peaceful meditative permeant frame of mind without effort. I am one with everything around me, the world becomes so vast and endless. It unlocks my mind. Now this may seem as if I am smoking the best organic did I mention LEGAL marijuana here, but there is no need for that when you are in the presence of something truly breathtaking. The vibe here is already trippy. Although someone gave us a pot cookie within an hour of arriving here, that story to come later.
This makes me want to travel everywhere. To experience, to eat to go. New York may be the mecca of many things but its bias and massive. Its always taking, its rarely simple. The ocean is what it is. The waves flirt with your eyes like a flicking flame. Mysterious, constant and unruly. If what you want in this world are answers quiet yourself by something beautiful so you can hear the bigger picture. So you can reflect on what is and what was. I am grateful for my time here in Venice, for my time here with my dear friend the ocean. I have missed you.
