In so many ways, California has been very generous to me. Growing up there among the pastures and dry hillsides, I remember days that lasted forever, swimming the the family pool, or sliding down the wild oat hillsides on lettuce boxes.
California gives and gives, and receives our discarded lives into it's forever spaces. I still dream of it - the lost memories, the busy agricultural spaces, the endless cracking concrete with the smell of dry grass. I wish I knew how to quit you.