Nights on the Bay.

During those days where your stomach eats you alive from the nerves and stress, I take a DEEEEEEP ass breath, inhaling and exhaling with intention. I blast that Thievery Corporation and watch the scenery whiz by my window. Oh Bonnet Carre Spillway, how I adore/abhor you. Louisiana, you are boatloads of fun and soul, but pretty you are not. Some days I miss Cali with such a vengeance. What I'd give to be sitting on top of San Fransisco, staring out at the glittering lights skimming off the Bay. Lost in nostalgia. Reverie. Eating a bowl of Papamingo tart yogurt, mango and mochi piled atop. Sucking on the spoon, closing my eyes, losing myself in the swirl of the energy pumping through the warm night air. Relishing the dopeness that is CALI.