Walking up to the pier surrounded by palms I see families and friends, sisters and brothers, bikers and skaters. A cute couple walking by, people siting in the streets, a girl calling my name and hot rods running on the sanded black top. It's sunny Santa Barbara. The typical 73 degree sun-shining-through-the-palms kind of day. The shimmer of the city lit in the eyes of passerby and smiles of all the waiters.
Suddenly, it hits me that this is another historic moment in history that we're experiencing in our downtown. People are connecting. Kids laughing, parents rekindling, a real show of class. Something right out of 1950s patriotism into 2020 with a few masks. Some of them without showing the connection they have with the planet. They know they're alright. Sickness is a part of life. Something to face head on with health and vegetables. Roots and herbs.
The beach calls me from the light coming through the trees and I fly through The Town to white sand, swimming, and family. People reconnecting. I feel the love SB. Thank you for calling me. It wasn't always where I wanted to be until I was here. There's something so special about kites flying and old cars everywhere. You know the Chevy Impala convertible, but nothing like that just an era of old cars. It's Sunday. Everybody is just out to play.
My heart is on fire and I feel the sun whisper gold rays over my body. It's a dream come true. Listening to waves and reading a book, and when it gets too hot, jump in the water and flip. What a world. I will see other beaches, but nothing like this one. The cliffs, dogs in the distance, the cove atmosphere because of the cliffs, and where it sits during Sunset. What a world. Glass paneling in front of tables with fires going all around the space. Good memories with friends and something special to experience. It's a fabulous world.