all of this actually feels like summer. LA. beach. kites. windy sunny golden days. back home in Texas, steamy hot blazing asphalt on which you can fry an egg summer... that's just hot. 

but here in LA, now I know why everyone writes songs about California summer. 

so today... let's have some summer. left the house, ran to the beach, sprinting across the streets in front of flying cars... nice cars, with owners in too much of a hurry to see the clouds wafting across the sky... the kid with the ice cream cone all over his face. the couple hand in hand. all the remarkables. 

sprint 'cross the street. through the crowd. onto the sand. pause to shed clothes. straight into the surf. so cold. exhilaration. and sucked into the surf. back out. grab clothes, shoes, across the sand, through the crowd, sprinting all the way home with the legs of adrenaline. 

so, i say, that's what summer is. i've been wondering for so long.