Mmmmm...

Recently, while in Minnesota with my mother, I discovered my new favorite artist: Dale Chihuly. Seriously. I love his glass art. These colorful, translucent organic pieces of glass are fantastic. There's such a whimsical quality to this stuff. It's totally alluring to me. A lot of his stuff deals with water, which made me think about how much I miss the ocean. It's been 5 1/2 months since I've seen the ocean. I can't remember ever spending so much time away from it.
I drove North along Lake Michigan Sunday afternoon. The weather was really nice (this means it was in the 50's), so naturally, I had all of the windows rolled down and the sunroof rolled back so I could enjoy some fresh air after being cooped up inside all winter. It was really nice to drive along the lake, and it was breezy, so there were some waves rolling to the shore...but it's not the ocean. For one thing, it smells all wrong. And the air doesn't feel briny, doesn't curl my hair. It's all wrong. There's no salty seaweed smell. If I close my eyes and concentrate, I can actually smell the ocean... but not on Sunday. Not the lake. Sigh. It's just not the same. And it's not just any ocean that I miss. It's the Pacific. It's wild and beautiful and untamed and free...

Oh, god... I'm just rambling and missing my homeland and my ocean and those gray June mornings in Southern CA before the marine layer burns off, and the sand is damp as the sun is rising and lighting the world in a lavender glow... Tired and in a weird place, but what's new? Screw grammar. Right? Whatever. I need to go to bed. And when I do, I'll be dreaming in reflections of amorphous, translucent, glowing abstractions and Carpinteria Beach. And I'll be happy. What more could a girl ask for?

.lla si tahTThat is all.