Anywhere But Here

In LA, June and gloom go hand in hand. A little of it is ok, but after a full week, I feel like I'm suffocating.

Yesterday I saw a family on vacation. They were standing on the sidewalk - in their kahki shorts and brand new, gleaming white sneakers - staring at the sky and quite possibly wondering if someone was playing a giant joke on them.

I felt sad that they chose to visit when they did, during a month of grey days when all I can think about is how much I'd like to be anywhere but here.