November

Tomorrow would have been my birthday
had I been born on my due date.
I'm writing this the night before thanksgiving.
It's strange to think in an alternate universe,
my birthday falls on a national holiday
every few years instead of in late August.
I think I would feel gypped if I had to
celebrate my arrival into life on a day
where everyone else is celebrating something else.
I will never know that feeling, but I think about it
more often than I'd ever admit. Not in a longing way,
I will never know the version of me
in the alternate universe.
I am not her and she is not me.

A Reminder

Saturday
Autumn arrived when I wasn't looking.
I was too busy adjusting and daydreaming
to see the beauty that was emerging around me.
I didn't feel the anticipatory feeling of my
favorite season the way I'm used to.
On Saturday, I looked out my window
and the leaves were bright yellow!
I stopped in shock and amazement at how quickly
time can move when I'm not paying attention.
A reminder from the universe -
always appreciate the beauty of the present
before it gets blown away in the wind.

Trip to Greenville

A few weeks ago, I took a day trip with my aunt and uncle up to Greenville, Maine. We drove around and had lunch near the lake at a place called the Stress Free Moose. We entered the restaurant and the bar was packed with people. On a Tuesday afternoon! We ate outside and people-watched as people and families walk in and out of the bar. Our server was a natural comedian and made us laugh throughout the meal. I had a BLT with avocado. My aunt killed a bee that landed on the table while I ran away. Afterwards, we drove around the lake and marveled at the spectacular views of Maine in early fall.

Reading By The Lake

Late September, early fall, crisp in the air. Center Pond, Maine, late-afternoon. I sit by the lake with a jacket and boots on, kindle in my hand. The leaves across the way are changing. The slight breeze in the air drops the temperature, but the sun blaring in my eyes allows some warmth to stay. This is my happy place. This is where I’ve been waiting two years to be. I’m here once again. I’ve never heard quiet so loud. I could hear a leaf fall feet away from me. I read a few chapters of one book before switching to another. This is the perfect reading place.

Quiet Plane Ride

I never realized how quiet plane rides are until recently. I took an early morning flight last Saturday. The plane wasn’t full. All the passengers were told to spread out. I sat by a window and pulled down the shade. A woman sat by the aisle, leaving the middle seat free. I spent the two hour flight drifting in and out of sleep. There was turbulence but I was too tired to worry. The plane jerked around. My body remained in a zen state when awake. My mind didn’t register the movement as alarming, just a normal part of flying up high. The quiet plane ride was a reminder that life doesn’t always have to be go-go-go. Disconnected from the world and my phone, I could sit with my thoughts in peace.

San Diego in Photos

Flowers on the fence
Beach Day
Beach Read
Favorite Spot
Truth
Chicken
Face Masks by Baggu
Koala Bear
Flowers the smelt like Cabbage Patch Kids
Afternoon Adventure
Summer Evening
Childhood Memories
Coast Toast & Hot Chocolate
Wall at Cass St.
Last Walk on the Beach
Palm Trees by Mom

Play in My Head

The sun sets behind the mountains.
Blue clouds linger
before fading into the darkness.
The house across
the street has its lights on.
It doesn’t look real.
It looks like a house on a stage
or on a set of a show.
I see no people in the windows,
maybe that’s why it looks out of place.
I shift my head to one side,
cross my arms
and wait.
Wait for life to pop up
or a light to turn off,
any sign that life exists
inside those walls.
No one comes to wake me
from the play forming in my head,
People dancing through rooms,
laughing,
yelling,
and loving.
Never fully understanding each other
living with a little bit of resentment,
a dynamic that plays in my head often.
I snap out of my daydream
and take a photo with my phone,
To remember this sunset,
to remember this peculiar feeling
formed from an offset image.

LA in Photos

View from The Getty
The Road from Versailles to Saint Germain by Alfed Sisley
Still Life with Flowers and Fruit by Claud Monet
Under The Bridge
Still Life with Grapes and Other Fruit by Luca Forte
View of the Grand Canal in Venice by Bernardo Bellotto
Perspective
Candid
Daisies
Neon Roses
Happy Place
405
My Homescreen Background
Sunset
Golden Hour

Thoughts I Had at Sunset Cliffs

The other day, I walked around Sunset Cliffs and people-watched. Here are some of the thoughts I had while I was there.

These people on the rocks were jumping in then somehow getting back up on the rocks. I wouldn’t jump in but I watched in awe from afar at those who felt brave enough to try. Everyone I saw jump in the water successfully made it back up.

Walking down here requires a trust in one’s own balance. I do not have that trust,

The people far out on those rocks looked like they were having a good time. I was worried they would slip. But the path to get down there was really steep so it seemed like they willing to take that risk.

People watching a sail boat in the distance while hanging their feet off the edge.