waiting for my camera battery charge up and my hair to dry a little more before I set out on my mesa adventure. why don’t I live here? I don’t understand why/how my life evolved to put me where I live now or why I am at this juncture or what on earth is next. was it my “choices”? this, people, is the grand question. don’t you wonder this? about your life? bright sun through eucalyptus leaves. Elia’s art around me everywhere. ocean air. California. little red light turn to green, I wanna go outside.