The sky was so cute this morning, so clean, so rich with ocean colors and fluffy dollops of white. It’s been raining on and off which results in crip breezes and empty streets. Southern California summers are what people talk about but winter is when the magic happens. It’s new and exciting when something that should be warm is cooled, like an iced coffee or a frozen grape. (at Sunset Boulevard)
LOS ANGELES AS FROZEN GRAPE! I am enchanted!
(Also I was going to fix the “crip breezes” typo but I’m actually enchanted by that as well!)
See, we do have seasons, and the “not hot” season here is beautiful.