Day 14

I stroll the streets of Venice before my dinner at Swan's. 

Surfers with skin salted by the sea devour plates of steaming food from the local taco truck.

There's a casual beauty that is so quintessential Southern California

I feel like an interloper in the city I call home.

I feel like a foreigner amongst the blonde streaks and buff midriffs. 

I breathe it in and hold it deep in my belly 

as if I'm experiencing it for the first time.