Posted June 11, 2008 by
We have a new post up on She Wrote, He Wrote entitled Just Because Our Running Mixes Don’t Mix Doesn’t Mean We Can’t Stay in Pace and working on this (and seeing Lien last weekend) has made me wistful for California.
I miss the light and the air and the smell of the ocean through my bedroom windows. I miss the surfers in their bare feet and wet suits walking back from their early morning surfing just as I was heading out the door to work. I miss the palm trees and the bougainvillea, the winding stretch of PCH that leads up into Malibu.
I miss running along the boardwalk in shorts in December, the ocean breeze cool against my skin and the smell of incense wafting off the boardwalk.
I’ve said it before: California always seemed like a memory.