Birthday in Bali

It was green. So, so green. The epitome of earthiness. The Tegalalang Rice Paddies reminded me of green tea and tamarind. Sprinkles of lemongrass and sprouts of Cleopatra’s rose. I stared so long I swear my eyes began to bleed into the sky. Standing out over the edge, I realized this is life. This is what living must be. And I regret that I had not done more of it. It was set behind miles of street markets and bustling cement roads. Watching women sit under ceiling fans and men pick bits of banana from their teeth. I wandered into the most stunning textiles shop. I cannot possibly describe the colors. I was feverish from the amount of colors.

Carmel

Gulls fly overhead, chirps that sing over Victorian rooftops and ride the wind to seaside docks. High tide waves and turtle migrations. Empty shells and eternal sands. How passionate they are, to make love to to the rocks and foam and fog. Creation in the name of God. I roam past the daffodils and the cooing fountains. Narcissus’ flowers. Narcissus’ reflection. Nostalgic and timeless, like bottle rockets and paper airplanes nesting on power lines.

Welcome Me to D.C.

I have made it to the capital, everyone. Amidst the slight jet lag and outrageously cold weather, I have found myself lucky enough to get to spend a week in this absolutely gorgeous city. Forreal though – the architecture on the West Coast ain’t got shit on the East. And the décor in the buildings […]