The Los Angeles air was perfectly dry and holding a lazy breeze.

There is something about the sentiment that being from this specific place will sink its teeth into you and leave its mark, branding and scarring you, for better or best.

I feel like I am wondering about if and when an earthquake will arrive. The big one. A big day. Until then, I am sitting at half mast.

In all seriousness, I think things have become too serious.