california and outside

I love being high but I’d never consider even trying drugs. Who needs to when I could run trails under blue CA skies in the open space where you break over a ridge and see some lush valley surrounding a glistening lake—or when I could ride an OLD red bike through Novato all day, listening to Mutations. [if I had to chose this would have to be my favorite Beck album, winning on it’s mesmerizing tunes and stellar lyrics—listen closely and be amazed]. And the nights here—did you know the sky can still be BLUE long after the sun has gone down? And the stars ever shine and a cool wind constantly sweeps through the hills and valleys from 4pm on. The hills form massive round blocks of darkness—a stark and strong silhouette, and it feels juicy and purple and cool and it’s bliss, and my eyes flutter with delight and I wonder 2 things: who thought up insulated, temperature controlled houses and buildings, and why anyone needs chemicals to alter their mental state and to escape- for me it’s music, exercise, and OUTSIDE--- it’s always been all about natural light, natural air—I always open and roll down window and avoid artificial light/temperature as long as possible—I think it’s my constant longing to be outside—and when you live here where the weather is so great, it’s amplified—my room growing up was on the corner, so I had 2 windows- the front window went floor to ceiling and I kept it open to let in tons of light—my parents had to come shut it for me at night because I’d leave it always open even when changing clothes—the other window was above my bed and I liked to leave it open when I slept—naps especially—in the fall—after an early cross-country meet when I had already run my guts out, showered and eaten by 9:30am—then I’d sleep, letting the crisp autumn air rake over my clean exhausted body as the crinkle and scuffle of wind blown leaves soothed me deep into the best nap I’ve ever had.