In California in the early Spring, There are pale yellow mornings, when the mist burns slowly into day, The air stings like Autumn, clarifies like pain - Well, I have dreamed this coast myself.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I feel very at home in L.A., I think, because it's dry, and there's sun, like the West Texas I grew up in.
Life in California is beautiful.
The apparent ease of California life is an illusion, and those who believe the illusion real live here in only the most temporary way.
The first thing I hear when I wake up is the sea, which is so close to our house that its reflections from the sun dapple our bedroom ceiling.
It's kind of a shock to your skin, changing climates. It's new water, and new air quality.
There's always a period of curious fear between the first sweet-smelling breeze and the time when the rain comes cracking down.
I spend a fair chunk of time in Los Angeles, and after about ten days of warmth and unbroken clear skies, you start to yearn for a bit of good old British gloom and rain!
On the last morning of Virginia's bloodiest year since the Civil War, I built a fire and sat facing a window of darkness where at sunrise I knew I would find the sea.
Second only to the sea, the Miami sky has been the greatest comfort in my life past 50. On a good day, when the wind blows from the south, the light here is diffuse and forgiving.
The mornings along the coast where the fog and mist meet with the salty spray of the seas is one of my favourite smells. I love the smell in the evergreen forest just after it rains - The Redwood Forest in California has the coast, too, so you have the best of everything!